The air felt heavier than before. After the maze's collapse, the entrance to the jungle was right in front of them — but its color… wasn't the usual green. The leaves had an unusual greyish tint, as if life had been drained from them just a little.
Feran was the first to let out a low growl. His stance was alert, but there was confusion in his eyes.
Aarya asked, "What happened? Do you smell any beast?"
Feran took a deep inhale, then shook his head. "No… this smell isn't of anything living. This… is the smell of memory."
Riya replied with slight sarcasm, "The smell of memory? Are you turning into a poet now?"
Rudrak glanced at her. "No, he's serious. In some ancient places, there's a kind of static in the air that gets into your mind and surfaces old memories. Whispering Wilds… that's
