The wind had not stopped howling since they left the ruins of the fortress. It carried with it a chilling presence, as if the mountains themselves were warning them of the dangers still to come. Elara, Kirin, Jarek, and Seraphina trudged through the desolate terrain, the weight of their most recent battle pressing down on them.
The sun had begun to set, casting a pale, eerie glow across the jagged peaks. Every shadow seemed to move in ways it shouldn't, a lingering reminder of the dark magic that had nearly consumed them all. They had barely escaped the Voidborne fortress, but Kirin's words still echoed in Elara's mind.
*They were trying to summon something.*
"Do you think we delayed whatever it was they were calling?" Seraphina asked, her voice low as they navigated the rocky path. Her daggers gleamed faintly in the twilight, always ready for the next fight.
