A soft breeze brushed against their faces, but there was a strange chill within it. It wasn’t cold, nor peaceful—more like someone had stolen all warmth from the air. As they stepped off the edge of the plateau, the team found themselves on a broken path—stone fragments drifting apart from the ground, leaving gaping holes between them.
Riya leaned over and looked down—below was nothing but endless fog. “If we fall… there’s nothing beneath us.”
Feran sniffed the air. “This fog… it’s alive.”
Rudrak traced a rune in the air with his hand. The atmosphere shimmered faintly, and a thin glowing line extended ahead of them—like an invisible bridge revealing itself.
“Something’s hidden here,” Rudrak said. “This zone is built on illusion. Every step must be careful.”
Aarya placed a hand on his
