The mist closed around them like a living thing.
Elizabeth tightened her grip on Solbrand, feeling the divine fire of the blade pushing back against the unnatural cold. Around her, the army pressed forward, banners whipping in the sour wind.
Every step was a struggle.
The Hollowborn’s influence weighed on the world, sapping warmth and hope alike. Strange whispers curled in the mist promises, threats, the broken voices of the dead. Warriors faltered, clutching their heads, but Elizabeth pushed on, her flame blazing brighter.
They would not fall here.
Rowan stayed close at her side, his senses sharpened to a razor’s edge. Lysandra and Aldric formed the vanguard, cutting a path through the mist. Elder Harken chanted protective wards under his breath, the ancient words crackling against t
