The cold winds of the Frostwood continued to howl as Elara, Kael, and Morgana pressed forward through the dense underbrush. The battle with the corrupted frost wolves had left them weary, but they couldn't afford to stop. The Citadel was still days away, and they had already seen the first signs of the Abyss's reach extending into the wilderness.
Elara could feel the tension growing between them. The silence was thick, broken only by the occasional crackle of frost underfoot or the distant call of a bird. But the weight of the journey, and the unknown power within her, pressed on her shoulders like an iron weight.
