The forest burned with red fire and silver light.
Every howl echoed like a death cry. Every heartbeat felt borrowed.
The scent of smoke clung to everything: earth, ash and blood. Trees that once whispered with life now crackled as they died, their branches clawing at the sky as if begging for mercy from a moon that gave none.
Ronan moved like a storm through the chaos, his blade cutting through shadows that bled moonlight. His every movement was pain wrapped in power. I followed close, magic flickering across my palms like a living flame. The air tasted of iron and old rage.
“Stay behind me!” he shouted, voice rough, half-beast.
“Not this time!” I called back, summoning another burst of light that tore through two of the cursed wraiths. They screamed like broken souls before fading in
