The horizon was painted in streaks of orange and crimson as the sun dipped low, casting a fiery glow over the endless expanse of the ocean. The air carried the tang of salt, mingling with the faint scent of damp earth from the cliffs that towered behind Elena and Kael. Their journey had brought them to the edge of the world—or so it felt. Before them lay the Whispering Tide, an ocean as mysterious as it was treacherous.
Elena stared out at the water, her brow furrowed. The waves seemed to move with an unnatural rhythm, as though they danced to a song only they could hear. Whispered voices drifted on the wind, too faint to discern, but persistent enough to unsettle her.
“This place feels... wrong,” she murmured.
Kael stood beside her, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. His gaze w
