Eira's vision was vivid and unsettling. She saw the Crown's power bleeding, as if it was a wound that wouldn't heal. An old man appeared in her vision, his eyes wise and knowing. He pointed her in the direction of the Heart of the Ancients, where the Crown was hidden.
But Eira knew that she couldn't reach the Crown without dealing with Aria first. She couldn't trust her, not after what she had discovered.
Eira turned to Lyrien, her voice barely above a whisper. "We need to talk," she said. "I had a vision. I know where the Crown is, but we need to get rid of Aria first."
Lyrien's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" he asked. "What's going on with Aria?"
Eira hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "I think she's working for Cassius," she said. "I don't know what her plan is, but I know we can't trust her."
Lyrien's face set in determination. "We'll deal with her," he said. "But we need a plan. We can't just confront her without knowing what we're up against."
Eira nodded, her mind racing. "I think I can use my newfound power to create a diversion," she said. "But we need to be careful. Aria is not someone to be underestimated."
Together, Eira and Lyrien began to formulate a plan to remove Aria from their midst. They knew it wouldn't be easy, but they were determined to succeed.
As they walked, Eira couldn't shake off the feeling that Aria was watching her. She knew that she had to be careful, that one misstep could mean disaster.
But Eira was determined to reach the Crown, no matter what it took. She would use her newfound power to guide her, and she would stop at nothing to achieve her goal.