The Coming of the Ghost Pack
The broadcast of Lyra’s call—a resonant, humming plea woven from the very essence of the Seed of Solstice—had been an act of desperate courage. Now, they were a beacon in the storm. The small group of survivors, perched on the windswept black granite outcrop, knew they were exposed. They moved with a renewed, grim efficiency, setting up defensive positions, their weary bodies fueled by a potent blend of hope and anticipation. The silent tension was a living thing, a palpable force in the quiet, corrupted forest.
Kieran’s senses, now inextricably linked to Lyra's and the earth itself, felt the first, subtle tremors of their response. They were coming. Not as a unified army, but as solitary points of light, each a powerful, distinct essence signature approachin
