Chapter 50

The next room was exactly what Elara had been hoping for. She stepped through the arched threshold and stopped, her breath hitching at the sheer scale of the cavern. It was a massive, natural-looking cave, though the ceiling was dominated by a colossal white crystal that bathed everything in a soft, ethereal glow, reminiscent of the chamber she had found with Isabelle's group. In the center of the space lay a tranquil pond, its surface like glass until a slow ripple disturbed the water. Perched...