Suddenly, the distinct murmur from the gate became a low, scary growl, resonating deep within the gate. The air turned frigid, biting through even the thickest cloaks.
Hearing that, one of the warriors staggered backward, his face twisting into an expression of confusion and pain. He clutched his chest as his skin turned an unnatural shade of purple, his lips tinged with bluish clusters.
“What the—” One of the others barely had time to react before he, too, doubled over, blood spewing from his mouth in violent spurts.
“They’re collapsing!” someone shouted.
I spun around from where I stood with Seth, going through the worn-out blueprint of the cursed ravine. “What’s happening?”
“They’re—” Seth started, his voice trailing off as we both froze at the scene unfolding before us.
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