The jagged cliffs pressed in on all sides as Elara, Kirin, Seraphina, and their mysterious guide moved deeper into the narrow ravine. The once faint whispers in Elara's mind were now a constant murmur, like an endless sea of voices, growing louder with every step. They echoed off the stone walls, weaving through her thoughts with terrifying clarity. She couldn't shake the feeling that whatever waited for them ahead, in the bowels of this cursed place, would push them to the very edge.
The man leading them, the one with the scar down his face, moved with a silent determination. His people—those gaunt survivors who had emerged from the cliffs—followed closely behind, their eyes darting warily toward the sky, as if they expected the Voidborne to descend at any moment.
"Where are you taking us?" Kirin asked, breaking the tense silence.
"Safe passage," the scarred man replied without turning. "For now. But don't mistake this for sanctuary."
