(Caleb's POV)
A scream dragged me from sleep. I threw on a robe and stormed from my tent, ready to punish whoever had caused it.
Then I looked up.
For centuries, my lineage's protective barrier had made the sky silver. That silver was gone. Black haze poured down and swallowed the morning light. The Miasma of the Abyss had reached my camp.
It covered the entire sky.
My elite soldiers knelt in the mud, clawing at their throats and coughing black bile. Gray corruption spread across the common folk's skin as they fought for air.
"Do something!" a man shouted at me.
"Elara! Heal them. Now!"
Elara stumbled forward and raised her hands. A watery glow gathered between her palms. "Light, heal these wounds! Banish this darkness!"
She put both hands on a fallen soldier. Miasma gathered arou
