The Shattered Vale loomed like a graveyard of forgotten giants. Jagged rocks jutted from the earth, their surfaces scarred by centuries of wind and weather. Mist clung to the air, wrapping around the broken landscape like ghostly fingers. Selyna moved swiftly through the shadows, her dark cloak blending seamlessly with the dim light of the setting sun. Behind her, her small team of scouts followed in disciplined silence.
'Spread out,' she whispered, her voice barely audible over the whispering wind. 'Keep to the high ground, and signal if you see anything unusual.'
The scouts nodded and disappeared into the gloom. Selyna's sharp green eyes scanned the terrain ahead, every sense on high alert. Her daggers rested lightly in her hands, ready to strike at the first sign of danger.
"This place feels wrong," she thought, her gaze flickering to the faint traces of movement in the distance. "Like it's waiting for something."
