Chapter 80: Cult of the Night
The wastelands stretched before them, an endless expanse of jagged terrain bathed in the dim light of a setting sun. The air was thick, oppressive, and charged with an unexplainable weight that seemed to cling to their skin. Alex felt it immediately—the unnatural stillness, the way the land itself seemed to hold its breath. Beside her, Ethan adjusted the strap of his gear, his face betraying a mixture of unease and determination.
"We're getting close," he murmured, his voice barely rising above the faint whistle of the wind.
