2025-01-15 03:41:58The march to Blackwood Pass was eerily quiet. The usual chatter of soldiers was replaced by grim determination and the muffled sounds of horses’ hooves crunching against the frost-laden ground. Evans rode at the front, his eyes scanning the treetops for any sign of movement. Beside him, Miriam’s staff glowed faintly, casting a soft light that danced across the darkened forest.
“Something feels wrong,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the rustle of the wind.Evans tightened his grip on the reins. “It’s not just a feeling. Amara’s ambush wasn’t a coincidence. Someone gave the Shadow Lords that information.”Miriam glanced at him sharply. “You think the traitor is within your inner circle?”Evans hesitated, the weight of the accusation heavy in his chest. “I don’t want to believe it, but the letter…”He pulled it from his tunic, handing it to her. She read it again, her brow furrowing. “This could be a ploy to divide us, Evans. Th
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The silence was deafening.Evans stood in the center of the ruined camp, his body still trembling from the weight of what he had just witnessed. The air was thick with the remnants of the creature's storm, the dark clouds still swirling above, but now there was no sound, no movement. The world around him seemed suspended in time, as though it was holding its breath.He didn’t know how long they stood there, the storm above them slowly dissipating. Amara’s hand remained tightly clasped around his arm, her grip firm, but there was fear in her eyes. Fear and something else. Something deeper.“We have to go,” Amara said quietly, her voice barely a whisper. “Before it comes back.”Evans nodded but didn’t move. His mind was still reeling. What had just happened? The creature was gone—vanished—but he could feel it, the faint echo of its presence, lingering in the depths of his mind. It wasn’t over. Not yet.He turned to Amara, his voice low. “Wh
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Evans’s heart pounded in his chest, the echo of the dark voice still vibrating in his bones. The air was thick with uncertainty, the ground beneath him unsettled as if the very earth knew something he didn’t. He looked at Amara, and for the first time since this battle had begun, he saw something in her eyes that mirrored his own dread—uncertainty.“What did it mean?” Amara asked quietly, her voice strained with disbelief.Evans swallowed, shaking his head as he tried to focus. The figure, the voice, the endless night—nothing made sense. But one thing did.“We’ve only just started,” he muttered, more to himself than to her.Amara’s grip tightened on his arm. “Evans—what does that mean?”Before he could respond, the rumbling began again. This time, it was closer. Louder. Stronger.The sky overhead crackled with an unnatural storm, swirling clouds darkening the horizon like an oncoming tidal wave. The air had grown cold, sharper, b
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