Aeron's footsteps echoed softly on the stone pathway as he approached the edge of the Whispering Forest. The air was thick with uncertainty, each breath carrying the scent of damp earth and secrets long buried.
Lyria's voice broke the silence. "If we want to uncover the truth behind the council's conspiracy, we need to find the Oracle of Veils. She sees what others cannot."
Aeron nodded, the faint glow of celestial power flickering beneath his skin. His mind raced with questions — who could he trust? What traps lay hidden beneath the surface?
The Oracle's dwelling was hidden deep within the forest, a small hut draped in vines and shadow. Inside, an ancient woman greeted them with eyes like storm clouds, heavy with knowledge and sorrow.
"You walk a path riddled with shadows," the Oracle whispered. "The truth you seek will shatter illusions — and may change you forever."
Aeron felt a cold weight settle over him, but his resolve did not waver.
"Show me," he said, "whatever I need to see."
The Oracle reached out, placing a trembling hand over his heart. Images flooded his mind — twisted plots, hidden alliances, and the face of Malrik Thorne intertwined with forces far darker than he had imagined.
When the vision faded, Aeron's jaw clenched.
The battle ahead was more than a war for power. It was a war for the very soul of their world.