The Night wore on, the shadows cast by the flickering candles dancing on the walls like restless spirits. Kyle's mind was a whirlwind of questions, but he knew they needed rest. He glanced at Lucias and Layla, who were meditating, their faces set in concentration.
Elara sat cross-legged on the floor, her eyes closed, her breathing slow and even. Kyle wondered if she was asleep, but her voice was like a whisper in the darkness.
"Can't sleep, Kyle?" she asked, her eyes still closed.
Kyle shook his head, though he knew she couldn't see him. "Too much on my mind." he said, his voice low.
Elara's eyes opened, gleaming in the dim light. "The vision, Lyra... it's all connected. You just need to piece it together."
Kyle's gaze drifted to Lucias and Layla, who were still focused on their meditation. "How do I do that?" he asked.
Elara's expression was thoughtful. "Start with what you know. Lyra, the mission, the krael's attack... it's all part of the puzzle."
