The air felt different, heavy with a pressure that had nothing to do with the altitude. I noticed it first, the way the wind began to shift, carrying with it a chill that was out of place for the time of year. I glanced up at the sky and saw dark clouds gathering on the horizon, their ominous approach slow but certain. The others picked up on it soon after, our collective senses heightened by the recent encounter with the dark entity at the ruins. We moved forward, but each step was weighted with a growing sense of unease.
As we continued along the path, the wind picked up, gusts pulling at our clothes and whipping around loose strands of hair. I tightened my grip on the straps of my pack, feeling a strange energy prickling at my skin. It wasn't just the weather; something unnatural was brewing, and it was getting closer. I exchanged a look with Raven, whose sharp eyes reflected the same concern I felt.
