2025-01-30 14:41:07The forest seemed unnaturally still as Evans and Amara continued their journey, the oppressive silence broken only by the crunch of their boots against the undergrowth. The shard sat heavy in Evans’s pocket, its faint warmth a constant reminder of the encounter they had narrowly survived.
“Do you hear that?” Amara whispered, her voice barely above a breath.Evans stopped, tilting his head to listen. At first, there was nothing—just the silence pressing down on them. But then he caught it: a faint hum, almost like a melody, carried on the wind. It was hauntingly beautiful yet eerily dissonant, a sound that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.“It’s coming from up ahead,” he said, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his sword.Amara nodded, her daggers at the ready. “Let’s hope it’s not another nightmare waiting to pounce.”They pressed forward, the hum growing louder with every step. The air grew colder, and the t
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The clearing was quiet now, eerily so. The echoes of the battle with the tree's forces faded into the stillness, but the weight of what they had just survived hung heavily in the air. Evans rose slowly, his limbs sore and his head pounding, but the sensation of the shard still pulsing in his pocket kept his focus sharp. There was no time to rest—not yet.Amara stood beside him, her eyes scanning the surroundings, still wary of any lingering threats. The light from the shard had driven back the shadows, but they knew better than to think it was over. The Veil was too vast, too pervasive. What they had faced so far was just the beginning.“Are you sure about this?” Amara asked, her voice soft but resolute. She reached for his hand, her fingers brushing against his skin, grounding him.Evans gave her a faint nod. “We’ve come this far, Amara. I won’t let it win. I won’t let it control us.”Amara’s eyes softened, but there was a hard edge to her gaze t
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