The night was thick with silence, an unnatural stillness that pressed against my ears as we moved through the ruins of Telyss. Every shadow seemed alive, writhing just out of sight, and the occasional distant scream reminded us that the Voidspawn still prowled. Yet, the true enemy lay ahead—the Shadow Pact.
Captain Dren had provided us with a crude map of the city, marking the suspected location of the Pact's stronghold: an ancient cathedral on the city's western edge. Once a place of worship, it now loomed over the city like a specter, its stained-glass windows shattered and its spires cloaked in swirling darkness.
"We're being watched," Silvermane whispered, her eyes scanning the rooftops. Her wolves padded silently at her side, their ears perked and noses twitching.
Ember walked close behind, her flames burning low to avoid drawing attention. "Let them watch. If they think they can handle us, they're welcome to try."
