The Seer’s Warning
As Elara staggered over the rubble, the slight sound of the wind passed through the remains of the pack. Calling for Kieran once more, her voice broke, but all she heard was stillness. With every unheard scream, panic tightened its hold on her.
A voice behind her called softly, "Elara."
As she watched Kieran emerge from a heap of ashes with his arm slung protectively over his ribs, she calmed, hope fluttering in her eyes. She hurried to his side as relief swept over her like a wave.
She trembled as she whispered, "You're alive."
"Hardly," he said with a grimace. However, we don't have time to think about it. The harm has been done.
The sound of hasty footsteps pierced the foreboding calm. Lysandra emerged, holding her staff firmly, her face white but determined.
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