*"...It may be more than you're willing to pay," the old woman continued, her voice heavy with foreboding.*

Brielle felt a chill race down her spine at the ominous words, but she held the old woman's gaze with steely resolve. "Tell me," she demanded, her tone brooking no argument. "Whatever the cost, I'll pay it. Darius must be stopped, no matter what."

The old woman regarded her for a long moment, her weathered features etched with a myriad of emotions – respect, sorrow, and a glimmer of something akin to pride. Finally, she gave a solemn nod.

"Very well, child," she rasped. "But know that the path before you is...