The city was a maze of decaying buildings, their outlines blurred by the dim, shifting light that filled the air like smoke. It seemed to be a place caught between worlds—alive, yet dying; a reflection of everything that had been undone in the wake of the rifts.
Kael's heart pounded in his chest, a sharp reminder of the danger pressing in on all sides. Every corner, every dark alley seemed to hide something. The silence was unnerving, the kind that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and the feeling that they were being watched, even when no one was there, was impossible to shake.
His grip on his sword tightened as they moved further into the city. His every step was calculated, careful, yet the heavy silence only served to heighten his sense of urgency. Morgana walked beside him, her sharp gaze flicking to every shadow. Elarion was a few paces behind, his eyes constantly scanning the perimeter for any signs of trouble.
