The war to stop Yadred's rebirth... has already begun.
The weight of those words lingered in the air, echoing in the silence that followed. The air felt heavy, charged with something unspoken yet undeniable, like the world itself was holding its breath. I stood up, my mind made.
"Can you walk?" I asked, my tone calm yet steady.
"If I could," the Roamer said with a faint chuckle, "I wouldn't be lying here like this."
His battered form didn't shift, but his voice carried a sharpness that cut through the rhythmic pounding of the rain, shaking the muddy ground below.
Before I could respond, the world itself seemed to shift.
The endless downpour of muddy battered rain poured harder, the ashen-gray sky above illuminated by streaks of multicolored lightning.. red, white, yellow.. each flash was followed by a deafening boom that masked all other sounds. But despite the chaos around, I felt it.
A presence. No, multiple presences.
Monsters.
