Her body shook uncontrollably, and her mind raced with thoughts of the unknown dangers lurking outside her tent.
Every rustle of leaves or distant sound sent shivers down her spine.
Her breaths came in short, shallow gasps as she tried to calm herself down.
But the fear was relentless, and it seemed to be closing in around her like a vise.
The darkness outside the tent seemed impenetrable, and Adeline couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched.
It was as though countless unseen eyes bore into her very soul.
She tried to remind herself of Elder's teachings, to focus on the present, to disconnect from her fear, but her thoughts were garbled and unproductive.
Lady Sophia had been forced to use her high-level magic every day since she had treated Ragnar and Qedren for the deadly Trutian poison.
