“Hmmm, they've successfully reached the valley.” The draconic figure said as he watched them through the glowing red mirror. “Now what are those demons planning?”
Valley Of Echoes
The valley stretched before them like a scar across the earth, steep cliffs rising high on both sides, their dark stone walls wet with mist. A pale, silver fog clung to the ground, swirling around their boots as they stepped forward.
The air felt heavy, pressing down on their shoulders, and every sound they made — the crunch of boots, the rattle of gear — echoed back to them over and over, twisting until it felt like whispers at their backs.
Seran raised a hand, halting the group. His expression was tense, his sharp eyes scanning the shadowed cliffs. “Stay alert,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. “
