As they approached the vale, the whispers grew louder, intertwining with the wind's mournful song. The landscape transformed into an ethereal realm, with shimmering lights and shadowy figures dancing at the edges of their vision.
One evening, while exploring a hidden glade, Lyanna stumbled upon an ancient stone altar. Carvings depicted a tale of two lovers who defied the gods to be together, only to be cursed to roam the vale as whispers. Eryndor, upon seeing the carvings, fell silent, his expression darkening. Lyanna sensed that the story held personal significance for him, but he deflected her questions.
As the days passed, the spirits of the vale became restless, their whispers intensifying into haunting echoes. Lyanna felt their sorrow, as if the very air carried their despair. Determined to understand their pain, she delved deeper into the vale's secrets, despite Eryndor's warnings.