Peace, however fragile, had settled over the land. The wounds inflicted by the Shadow Serpent were slowly healing, and the people, weary but hopeful, began to rebuild their lives. But beneath the surface, a new darkness stirred, a whisper of oblivion that chilled the very soul.
Strange occurrences began to be reported across the land. The sun, once a beacon of hope, now cast long, eerie shadows, its light dimmed by an unseen force. The earth trembled, fissures appearing in the ground, spewing forth noxious fumes. Animals grew restless, their behavior erratic, their eyes filled with a primal fear.
Lysander, sensing the growing unease, knew that the whispers were not mere whispers, but a harbinger of a new threat, a darkness more profound, more insidious than anything he had ever encountered.