The Skyward Citadel's halls echoed with the soft hum of ancient magic as Seris led Kaelen and Liora deeper into the heart of the Air Realm. Crystal orbs floated beside them, casting shifting patterns of light on the walls carved with symbols of the elemental forces.
"The relics of the Ancients are scattered across the realms," Seris explained. "Each holds a fragment of the power that once bound the shards in harmony. Without them, the Convergence cannot be undone."
Kaelen studied the glowing map Seris had summoned. Points of light flickered over distant lands—some in the fiery depths of the Fire Realm, others hidden beneath the endless oceans of the Water Realm, and some lost in the shadowed forests between worlds.
Liora's voice was steady but urgent. "How do we find them? And how do we know they haven't fallen into the wrong hands?"
Seris's eyes darkened. "The Shadow Realm's agents seek them as well. Time is against us. You must split your path—seek the relics that call to you, trust your instincts, and beware the shadows that follow."
Kaelen felt the weight of the quest settle on his shoulders. "Then we begin at dawn. The fate of the Shattered Realms depends on it."
As the winds howled outside the citadel, the first step toward restoring balance was set in motion—a journey that would test their courage, forge new alliances, and uncover secrets long buried in the elemental depths.