The Frostspire Highlands faded behind them as Kael and Morgana pressed northward, the icy air carrying a sense of foreboding. Despite the fragment he now carried, the Heart within Kael remained restless, its power simmering just below the surface.
"That thing's not going to let you sleep, is it?" Morgana asked, breaking the silence. She glanced at him from atop her horse, her voice tinged with concern.
Kael shook his head. "It's more than that. It feels... heavier now, like the fragment's presence is amplifying it. Almost like it's waiting for something."
Morgana frowned. "Waiting for what?"
Kael didn't answer. Instead, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, where the frost-covered trees grew denser, their gnarled branches arching overhead like skeletal fingers.
The Wailing Hollow was close.
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