The sound of footsteps echoed down the narrow path as they hurried back, the tension in the air thickening with each step.
The path, usually familiar to Aurelia and Thera, now felt warped, different, as if it was losing its shape underfoot.
Aurelia glanced at the barren fields surrounding them, her face set in a tense expression. "It's worse than when we left," she murmured, her voice barely audible but carrying a tremor of alarm. "The decay is spreading faster than I thought. Limbo… it's unraveling right before us."
Calista's breath caught, her eyes darting around at the shadows clinging to the path. The scenery, once a twisted yet familiar part of her world, now felt hostile.
She recalled the spring of heart fire—a clear, red stream that used to flow endlessly, a rare beauty in limbo's gray expanse. But now, she knew that the spring was gone, dried to nothing more than cracked ground.
