The Valley of Echoed Roots lay in an eerie stillness, the kind that presses against your chest and fills your senses with anticipation. Mist curled around the glowing roots, denser than ever, thick tendrils coiling like living serpents along the ground. The Pulse beneath Kane’s skin throbbed in harmony with her heartbeat, steady and strong, yet it carried the unmistakable tension of the Devourer’s presence. He had escalated his attacks, combining shadow, flame, frost, and illusion, but now the energy of the valley whispered of something different, an approach, a reckoning.
Adrian’s eyes scanned the clearing with careful precision. “He is near,” he said softly, voice low but commanding. “This is not another test of perception or endurance. He is coming, and he will strike with full intent.
