Abigail's POV
This time, the darkness in Shadowlands seemed to be alive and palpable, wrapping itself around us like a smothering blanket.
Every step weighed heavy, every breath laborious. Poisonous air, thick with malevolence, seemed to choke the life out of us, as if the very land was alive, feeding off our fear and doubt.
"Stay close," I said, but my voice came out small, swallowed by the oppression of silence that hung heavy in a thick layer around us.
I could hear the others, Damien, Amara, Susan, and the warriors, but their shapes were mere shadows in the mist, and their presence felt more than actually seen.
Every so often, I'd catch a glimpse of a figure moving ahead or behind, but in this place nothing seemed certain. Nothing felt real.
We were more inside the Shadowlands th
