Karina stood frozen at the cliff's edge, face to face with the mysterious man. He was tall and cloaked in shadows, his presence unnerving, but it was his eyes that caught her attention. His left eye was a deep, dark shade of green, almost black in its intensity, while the other shone a vivid, unsettling gold. There was something unnatural about him, something dark that made the air around him feel heavy and oppressive.
As Karina watched him closely, she saw it—magic. It wasn’t the familiar flow of energy she had become accustomed to using in her spells. No, this was different. It was twisted, dark, and ominous, swirling around the man like a suffocating fog. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach, the same sensation she had when she first encountered the infected wolves. The smell of
