The forest was silent, the only sound the soft rustling of leaves as Kane Silas stood at the edge of a deep ravine, staring down into the swirling mist below. The air here was thick with magic—wild, untamed, and intoxicating. The leyline pulsed beneath the earth, a force that Kane had spent years hunting, years preparing to claim as his own. He could feel it now, thrumming through the ground, coursing beneath his feet like a living thing.
His fingers tightened around the ancient stone amulet hanging from his neck, the artifact that would soon bind him to the leyline’s raw power. The ritual was almost ready. Soon, very soon, the leyline would be his to command.
And with it, he would unleash the Wendigo.
Kane’s lips curled into a slow, predatory smile as he imagined it—Ashen Hollow burnin
