The memory of the fountain and the tranquil night in Greyvale faded like mist under the sun, giving way to the present, a heavy hum of mana resonating from the heart of the Evergreen Mountain Range.
The golden pillar still stood unwavering, piercing the sky and casting its glow over the cracked earth. Beneath that sacred yet perilous light, Sage and his companions confronted two figures who had descended in a blaze of crimson brilliance.
As the dust from their landing settled, Valeria emerged, exuding her usual calm authority, while Gregor stood beside her, no longer clad in simple attire but adorned in sleek silver armor that glimmered sharply in the golden light.
The armor fit him impeccably; each plate layered with precision conveyed both elegance and strength. A slender broadsword rested across his back, its dark sheath hinting at quality craftsmanship within.
