The morning sun struggled to pierce the heavy clouds looming overhead. Lysara, Aelin, and Darian prepared to leave the village, their hearts heavy with the knowledge that their path would only grow more perilous.
"We've awakened something," Darian said, tightening his grip on his sword. "The Veil senses our defiance."
Lysara nodded, scanning the horizon where dark shapes moved like whispers on the wind. "We can't falter now. The curse is ancient, but so is hope."
Aelin handed Lysara a small vial filled with shimmering liquid. "This is the essence of the first spring—pure and untouched. It may help protect you against the Veil's influence."
With renewed determination, the trio set forth, knowing that beyond the next ridge lay the heart of the darkness — and the key to ending the curse once and for all.