The three scouts hovered silently before the Black Wall, its shifting shadows and writhing tendrils radiating an overwhelming aura of menace.
None of them could find out what the wall truly was or what it would do to them at this point, and that uncertainty gnawed at their heart.
Kassiel cast a glance at his companions. Aelarin nodded subtly, his face composed but his grip on his daggers showing the tense in his heart. Elsa swallowed hard, clutching her shortsword hilt tightly. They exchanged a final glance.
There was no turning back now. This mission was not just an order, it was their sacred duty. Whatever lay ahead, they would face it together.
With that unspoken agreement, the trio began to move again, inching closer to the wall.
The disturbing energy it emanated grew stronger with each passing moment like a crushing weight pressing against their chests.
