Chapter 342 The Cradle Of Light

• The journey to the Cradle of Light was unlike anything Ariella and Kaelen had faced before. The Heartstone, nestled securely in Ariella’s satchel, seemed to pulse faintly with each step they took. The land around them grew increasingly strange as they ventured deeper into the heart of Elandor, the air charged with an ethereal energy.
• They passed through forests where the trees glowed faintly in the moonlight, their branches swaying as though whispering secrets to one another. Streams of silver water wound their way across the landscape, reflecting the constellations above.
• Kaelen kept his sword close at hand, his gaze scanning the shifting shadows around them. “This place feels… alive,” he muttered.