Leah Carter’s Point of View
The silver rain didn’t stop for two days. It fell soft and quiet, yet every drop burned the ground like acid. The trees of the Forgotten Forest wilted, their leaves curling into ash. Spirits drifted between the branches like lost smoke, whispering in tongues that made the air hum.
Kael stood at the edge of the camp, his cloak drenched, watching the sky with eyes that never rested. He hadn’t slept since the tearing of the Veil, none of us had.
“The rain will poison the roots if it keeps falling,” Seraya said quietly beside me, her voice hollow.
Kael didn’t look at her. “Then we move before the land dies with it.”
I stepped forward, Emma’s small hand in mine. “Move where? Every path is haunted, the spirits won’t stop following us.”
Kael turned finally, his f
