The forest stretched endlessly ahead, dense with shadows and tangled roots. The remnants of the battle with the Thunder-Splitting Dragon still clung to the air, electric and uneasy. Every step forward felt like stepping into a trap, yet the group moved without hesitation, a shared purpose binding them tighter than ever.Naya adjusted her grip on her staff, feeling the pulse of lingering magic swirl around its core. It wasn’t just the Crossroads that had stirred something inside her—something ancient, wild, and dangerous. She could feel it simmering beneath the surface, whispering promises of power again. But she held it at bay, for now.Kael marched at the front, eyes sharp and focused. His sword was strapped securely at his side, but his fingers twitched as if itching to draw it. He knew, just like the others, that the peace they walked through was deceptive—a calm before a new storm.Korrin's wings flicked nervously as he hovered just above the ground. “I hate this silence. It’s lik
The aftermath of the battle left an eerie calm in the forest. It was too quiet—no birds, no rustling of leaves, only the faint hum of dissipating magic. The group stood motionless, catching their breath. Storms were fleeting things in the natural world, but this one had been an omen.Kael sheathed his sword with a sharp click and scanned the clearing. “That wasn’t just an attack... someone’s playing with forces they shouldn’t.”Vira nodded solemnly, folding her shimmering wings close to her body. “The dragon’s energy didn’t just vanish after the battle—it’s been harnessed. Fragmented into forms like that... avatar.”Korrin shook his head, still hovering a few feet above the ground. “If the avatar was only a piece of the dragon’s power, what’s waiting for us when we meet the full force of it?”“That’s the part I don’t want to find out,” Lyra muttered, tapping rapidly at her device, pulling logs of energy readings from the fight. “This is strange—there are matching signals nearby, and t
The forest remained eerily still after the battle. Broken fragments of the obelisk hummed faintly, their energy leaking into the ground like a dying ember, while wisps of dark clouds drifted through the trees. The group stood together in silence, catching their breath, each weighed down by the confrontation—and the knowledge that worse was yet to come.Kael wiped his blade clean with the hem of his cloak. “That shadowed figure... they’re not working alone.” He turned to Naya, his gaze sharp. “They knew you’d be tempted.”Naya’s fingers trembled around her staff. She looked away, ashamed. “The dragon’s power is... insidious. It pulls at every thought, every desire.” Her voice was low, haunted. “I don’t know how much longer I can fight it.”Vira, her silver wings folded neatly behind her back, rested a hand on Naya’s shoulder. “You’re not fighting it alone. We’ll figure this out—together.”Korrin hovered overhead, scanning the distant horizon. “The storm beast wasn’t even the full exten
The road to the Crossroads stretched out beneath an ominous sky. Rolling thunder echoed across the heavens, and the wind whipped through the trees, carrying the scent of rain and faint traces of burnt ozone. The world seemed to hold its breath, as if awaiting the clash of fates yet to unfold.Kael led the group, his steps purposeful but heavy with the weight of what was to come. Beside him, Naya kept her gaze low, lost in the storm of her own thoughts. The encounter with the lightning beasts had left her shaken, not just physically but mentally. The thunder-splitting dragon’s power was not merely a tool; it was a seductive force, whispering promises of limitless strength."You good?" Kael’s voice cut through the wind as he glanced at Naya.She gave a tight nod, but it was a lie. Every step toward the Crossroads felt like a step deeper into the temptation she feared most.Ahead, Korrin flew in circles, keeping watch from above. “The road’s clear for now,” he called down, his voice muff
The storm at the Crossroads intensified, each thunderclap sounding like the beat of a giant war drum. Lightning carved jagged lines across the sky, and the air felt charged with more than just electricity—it thrummed with ancient magic, awakened from centuries of slumber.Kael led the charge toward the ritual site, his sword drawn, while Naya and Vira flanked him, magic and arrows at the ready. Korrin soared above, scanning for more sentinels, but the Crossroads seemed eerily quiet—too quiet. Only the hum of the arcane vortex, swirling in the center of the stone pillars, broke the silence.“The storm’s watching us,” Vira whispered, her voice barely audible over the howling wind.“Not just the storm,” Naya muttered, her eyes narrowing at the chanting figure in the center of the ritual. A heavy cloak masked the figure’s face, but tendrils of energy flowed from their hands, feeding the swirling storm. At their feet, the ground split open in jagged cracks, revealing glowing veins of power
The battle’s aftermath left the Crossroads bathed in an eerie silence, broken only by the soft rustling of the wind through the stones. The stars shimmered overhead, as if indifferent to the chaos that had just unfolded below. Naya, Kael, Vira, and Korrin gathered amidst the fading traces of magic, each struggling to catch their breath.Kael sheathed his sword, though the weight of the battle still hung on his shoulders. “We stopped the ritual,” he said, more to himself than anyone else. “But that figure’s words... What did they mean?”“They said the storm never truly ends,” Naya whispered, her fingers trailing over the ground where the possessed figure had vanished. The air still held a strange tension, as if the storm’s presence had only retreated beneath the surface.Korrin winced as he brushed dust off his armor. “I don't think that was a warning,” he muttered grimly. “It was a promise.”Vira crouched beside them, her sharp eyes scanning the darkened horizon. “There’s something bi
As the night deepened, the stars above cast a pale glow over the forest path. The group moved with purpose, but the air between them was thick with unspoken tension. Every step forward brought the weight of their mission closer to bearing down on them. And with it, the temptation.Naya walked at the back of the group, her staff resting against her shoulder, its glow dim. The whisper of power clung to her like a second skin, stirring with every breeze. It wasn’t just the echoes of the storm—something deeper, something rooted in her own desires, was awakening.“You okay?” Korrin asked, hovering above her shoulder, his wings beating softly in the night air. “You’ve been quieter than usual.”“I’m fine,” she answered quickly, though her voice lacked conviction.Korrin gave her a skeptical look but didn’t press further. He had seen the pull of power before, and he knew when someone was trying to fight it alone.Ahead, Lyra and Kael walked side by side. Lyra’s device hummed softly in her han
The group pressed deeper into the forest, the tension between them crackling like the remnants of a thunderstorm. Each step forward felt heavier, as if the shadows clinging to the trees were feeding off their doubts and fears. The encounter with the storm-bound woman lingered in their minds—a warning, a threat, and a promise of what lay ahead.Kael’s hand rested on the hilt of his sword, the familiar weight grounding him. He cast a glance over his shoulder toward Naya, who walked just behind him, her gaze distant. The storm inside her was growing, and every moment they delayed felt like an invitation for it to take over.“You doing okay?” Kael asked quietly, falling back to walk beside her.Naya gave a quick nod, though the dark circles under her eyes told another story. “I’m fine. Just... tired.”“We’re all tired,” Korrin said from above, wings fluttering as he hovered near them. “But this storm won’t wait for us to catch our breath.”Kael frowned. “If you need a break—”“No,” Naya i