The journey toward the shimmering beacon was fraught with unease. The Shadowlands stretched endlessly, their dark expanse punctuated by twisted, barren trees and jagged cliffs that seemed to close in around them. Every step felt heavier, as though the land itself resisted their presence.
Eryndor led the way, her hands glowing faintly with rune-light that cut through the oppressive gloom. The beacon in the distance pulsed in rhythm with the hum of her runes, its soft light casting eerie shadows against the horizon.
Kaelen trailed behind, his steps unsteady but his humor intact. “You know, I’m starting to think we should invest in a map. Or maybe a guide who isn’t being led by spooky magic whispers.”
Eryndor glanced over her shoulder, her expression stern. “Do you ever stop talking?”
“No
