The grove howled, its ancient energy vibrating through the air as the rogue stepped forward, his eyes locked on the swirling darkness ahead. Each breath felt like a betrayal, the weight of Talon’s sacrifice pressing against his chest. This wasn’t supposed to happen, his mind screamed, but the cruel reality gnawed at him, undeniable. Reality twisted—sky fractured like fragile glass, and the ground beneath them shuddered violently, as though even the earth recoiled from the ancient evil’s growing presence.
Adrian staggered to his feet, the chaos around him a blur of warping trees and flickering shadows. He could feel the pull of the ancient evil, its whispers clawing at his thoughts, pushing him closer to the edge of madness. “We have to stop it,” he muttered, though the desperation in his voice betrayed the uncertainty gnawing at his resolve.
Talia’s hands shook as she clutched her staff, her knuckles pale and rigid. &l
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