As their hands touched the crystalline orb, a surge of energy coursed through Kael, Lysara, and Riven. The chamber around them dissolved into a swirl of light and shadow, transporting them beyond the confines of time and space.
Visions unfolded before their eyes—glimpses of ancient civilizations, forgotten wars, and the rise and fall of empires. They saw their own world's origins, the hidden forces that shaped its destiny, and the threads connecting their fates.
Kael's heart pounded as he witnessed a future ravaged by darkness, a world on the brink of collapse if they failed. Lysara saw herself standing as a leader among many, guiding people through turmoil. Riven's vision was a battlefield where sacrifices forged new alliances.
Suddenly, the orb pulsed violently, forcing them back to the chamber. Gasping for breath, they realized the weight of knowledge they now carried—and the responsibility it demanded.
"We have to prepare," Lysara said, eyes fierce. "The war ahead is not just ours—it's the fate of all worlds."
Kael nodded solemnly. "Then we have no choice but to fight… and unite every ally we can find."
Riven tightened his grip on his weapon. "Let's move. Time is running out."