(Elira hesitates, her sapphire pendant glowing softly against the silver moonlight. The forest holds its breath as she steps forward, her voice barely a whisper.) By the light of the three moons and the heart of the forest, I swear to find what is lost. No path is too dark, no secret too deep. (The air hums with energy, and the path of silver light unfurls before her, guiding her into the unknown.)
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