Looking ahead of us, the darkness lies heavy and strong.
The air weighs here, thick with the weight of ancient magic that seeps into our bones with each step into the Shadowlands.
. With each step taken into this place, a brooding feeling settles over the group, the realm alive, watching and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
I turned a shoulder, surveying the faces of those with me. Damien trots only a few feet behind, his eyes watchful as always.
Susan and Amara guard either side, their magic present in the air like a thin veil of defense.
Freedom Pack warriors march in a small formation; their faces set, unflexible with resolution.
Still, I can feel the fear in them all, a doubt that echoes my own.
I never expected to be leading this mission, and the burden weighs hard
