CHAPTER 19 : THE TOXIC MISTS
PART I : THE TURNING OF DESTINIES
Leagues away from the Quartz Palace and the Citadel of Dawn, within the frozen immensity leading to the sinister Whisper Fortress of Alpha Krane, the second tracking party progressed like a shadow over the thick snow of the Northeast Pass. Elara, in her silver wolf form, led the march with fierce determination. At her side, her loyal Solas cut through the biting wind, his lean muscles taut with effort, while a third of the warriors of Thalys, in their snow leopard forms, glided silently behind her between the drifts, their gray spots blending with the outcropping rocks.
The air was saturated with cold, but the atmosphere was electric. They were approaching Alpha Krane’s territory when, suddenly, a streak of golden light tore
