Azanlin's POV
I left Ugarh's quarters with a firm nod, the silence between us speaking louder than any farewell. Our discussion had laid out the path ahead, and though it was dangerous, our promises were binding. Nothing could stop me now—not fear, not fatigue, not even death. I vanished into a shroud of mist, letting my powers guide me to the threshold of the Spirit World.
The magic took me deep into a dark forest—twisted trees, shadows that whispered, and air that stung like smoke. It wasn't just a forest; it was alive, breathing malevolence. The deeper I went, the heavier my limbs became. My energy was draining fast, my body craving food, my mind clouding with doubt.
I stumbled to a clearing when the earth beneath me rumbled. The ground cracked. Then came the Black Goblins—do
