Chapter 93 The Journey To The Heart

• The sun was setting over the Silverpine Mountains as Kael, Ariella, and their companions made their way toward the Heart of Elandor. The air had grown heavier with each step, the magic in the land responding to Ariella’s presence. With Elysia Moonshadow’s guidance, they had gathered the necessary items for the ritual—a set of ancient crystals, sacred herbs, and a vial of blood from the royal family, essential to the binding of the Heart.
• Their party had grown over the course of their journey. **Feron Silverclaw**, a seasoned warrior with a reputation for his strength and loyalty, had joined them after hearing word of Ravoth’s rise to power. Tall, with ash-grey hair and a scar running across his left cheek, Feron was a man of few words, but his actions spoke volumes. His presence was a comfort to the group, and his skills in battle would be crucial once they reached the Heart’s sacred grounds.
• **Lirael Windrider**, a nimble and sharp-eyed archer, had also come to their aid. A former scout of the queen’s army, Lirael had seen firsthand the devastation Ravoth’s forces had caused. With her raven-black hair tied in a tight braid and her emerald-green eyes always watching the horizon, Lirael was a force of nature in her own right. She moved through the forests as if she were part of them, silent and swift, and her knowledge of the land was invaluable.