The journey to the next rift site was treacherous, the terrain becoming increasingly unstable as they approached. The ground beneath their feet seemed alive, shifting and cracking unpredictably, forcing them to tread carefully. Elara led the group, her eyes constantly scanning the horizon for any sign of danger. The tension in the air was palpable, as if the abyss itself was watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Kade moved beside her, his bow at the ready. "This place feels wrong," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Elara nodded, her gaze fixed on the distant hills where the rift was said to reside. "The corruption is stronger here. We're close."
Nyssa, trailing behind with her daggers drawn, snorted. "Closer to what? Another nightmare waiting to tear us apart? Great. Can't wait."
