Chapter 56: Crimson crossroads
Alexander's boots crushed the brittle leaves beneath him, his every step weighted with a storm of anger and confusion. Rowan had pleaded with him to think, to strategize, but Alexander's heart was in turmoil, his thoughts consumed by the image of Elara walking away.
The forest leading to Damian's stronghold was no ordinary one. The cursed borderlands pulsed with ancient magic, an eerie hush draping over the trees. Shadows flickered in his peripheral vision, their shapes too fluid to be human. The very air felt heavy, each breath Alexander took seeming to sap his strength.
"Damian…" he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice barely audible over the oppressive quiet. His hand tightened on the hilt of his blade, the runes engraved on its steel shimmering faintly as if in response to the malevolent energy around him.
