Chapte

Kael Darkhaven stood at the edge of the village, his eyes fixed upon the distant mountains. The wind whipped his dark hair into a frenzy as he sensed the growing imbalance in the natural world. The theft of the Echo Stone had set in motion a catastrophic chain of events.

As he turned to re-enter the village, a figure emerged from the shadows. Arin Vexar, the charming smuggler, flashed a roguish grin. "Kael, I see you're as cheerful as ever."