The cold wind whipped through the barren landscape as Asha and Darian trudged forward, the snow beneath their boots crunching with every step. Their breath misted in the freezing air, and the shadows of the Greywatch Spire loomed behind them, a dark silhouette against the starless sky. The sounds of pursuit—the growls of Blood Pact Beasts, the shouts of the royal guard—faded into the distance, but Asha knew it wouldn't last. They had only just begun their flight, and the storm was far from over.
Asha's body felt like lead. The power she had unleashed in the heart of the Spire had drained her, but it had also freed something—something wild and untamed. The Soulbone was gone, severed, but its presence still lingered in her veins. The weight of it was both a relief and a burden. There was no
