Chapter 78 The First Whispers Of Convergence

• The Verdant Sanctuary of Atheria, typically a serene haven of ancient lore and natural tranquility, now buzzed with a focused, anticipatory energy. Its wards, once solely for protection, were subtly recalibrated by Kael to facilitate the delicate inter-realm transport of their first candidates for the "Convergence of Whispers." This was a new frontier in their fight against the Shadow Weaver: not direct combat, but a profound act of spiritual rehabilitation and empowerment.
• Elara, her Moon-Tear Shard pulsing with a quiet, steady rhythm against her chest, felt a familiar apprehension mingled with profound purpose. The Weaver, though wounded, was cunning. Its desperate, localized attacks on the selected individuals had intensified as their departure approached.
• The wise elemental shaman from Abyssalis, Shaman Kaia, had battled visions of oceanic trenches closing in, of her people drowning in the very waters that sustained them, whispering that the surface world’s invitation was a trap. The young Sylvan Guardian from Eldoria's twin grove, Lychen, had been plagued by illusions of his beloved trees turning to ash, every leaf mirroring his own despair, urging him to abandon hope and remain in the withered grove.