Chapter 53 The Cradle Of Whispera
- The faint, almost imperceptible hum of the Shadow Weaver’s influence had been a persistent current through the outer ruins of Eldoria, but as Elara and her team prepared for the descent into the "Cradle of Whispers," the hum intensified, becoming a low, oppressive thrum against their very souls.
- Liam, from his remote sanctuary, had confirmed the Cradle was Eldoria’s spiritual core, the place where the Moon-Tear Shard lay, but also the very epicenter from which the ‘Silent Madness’ had first oozed forth, centuries ago. This was where the Weaver’s grip was absolute.
- “Every step will be a battle, not of tooth and claw, but of will and mind,” Elara warned, her voice hushed. She intensified her Lunari wards, a shimmering mental barrier around each team member, a fragile shield against the despair that already seemed to seep from the very stone. Kael checked their gear, his face a mask of grim determination. Lucian’s hand found Elara’s, a silent promise of unwavering support.