The journey to the Air Realm was fraught with peril. Kaelen and Liora traversed jagged cliffs and swirling tempests, the very winds seeming to test their resolve. The fractured world beneath them was a patchwork of elemental chaos, but the Air Realm hovered above it all—a realm of floating islands and endless skies, ruled by the enigmatic Skyward Sages.
As they approached the grand spires of the Skyward Citadel, gleaming with crystal and silver, a figure awaited them at the gates—a tall woman clad in robes that shimmered like the dawn. Her eyes held the calm of the skies and the sharpness of a hawk.
"I am Seris, First Sage of the Air Realm," she said, voice like a breeze. "We have sensed the growing unrest among the shards. The Convergence threatens to unravel the fabric of all realms."
Kaelen bowed respectfully. "We seek your aid. The Shadow Realm's influence spreads, and the shards' power grows unstable."
Seris nodded gravely. "The balance is delicate. The shards are ancient, remnants of the primal forces that shaped our world. If they fall into darkness, all will be lost."
Liora stepped forward. "What must we do?"
"The shards must be united—or at least contained—before the Shadow's corruption consumes them. But to do so, we need the lost relics of the Ancients, scattered across the realms. Only with their power can the Convergence be reversed."
Kaelen exchanged a determined glance with Liora. "Then our quest begins anew."
Seris raised her hand, summoning a swirling map of the realms, glowing with points of light marking the relics' last known locations. "Choose your path wisely. The fate of the Shattered Realms rests in your hands."
As the winds howled around them, Kaelen felt the weight of destiny settle firmly upon his shoulders. The battle for the world's soul was far from over.