ISAIAH
The night was completely quiet as I sat in the packhouse meditation room. My deep breathing couldn't ease the heavy tension I felt in the air, and I could feel something coming; not just the uneasiness that persisted after Azure's unexpected appearance earlier that evening but something deeper, more ancient, and it gnawed at the edges of my mind.
I closed my eyes and focused, allowing the bond I shared with the moon to guide me. My visions had been getting stronger lately, vivid and unrelenting, and frequently left me with more questions than answers, but they were still very valuable.The world around me started to fade as my breathing slowed, and the familiar smell of the packhouse gave way to the sharp burn of sulphur and ash. When my eyes opened again, I was no longer in the
