Above, the sky stretched vast and endless, littered with stars that gleamed like scattered fragments of shattered glass. Zarekth sat on a weathered stone, his silver eyes fixed on the heavens. He had been drawn here by the stillness, by the need to think without the noise of questions or expectations pressing down on him.The soft squeak of a creature in distress pulled his attention away from the sky. Turning, he saw it—a small, trembling thing, no bigger than his hand. Its body was slick with blood, one of its wings bent at an unnatural angle. It looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes.Zarekth tilted his head, studying the creature in silence. Its pain seemed to echo within him, though he didn’t understand why. Once, he would have ignored it—dismissed its struggle as insignificant in the vastness of existence. Yet now, something stirred.He knelt, his movements slow and deliberate, and extended a hand toward the trembling creature. His fingers stopped above it for a mome

The city of Emberfall had transformed into a spectacle of light and shadow. As twilight deepened and bled into full night, flames roared to life in every corner of the city—pyres that reached for the skies, torches that lined every walkway, and bonfires that bathed the streets in gold and orange. Emberfall glowed like a city born of fire itself, and as the first notes of distant drums rang out, the celebration began.Lyra stood with Tharion and Viana at the edge of the central plaza, taking in the scene. The heat shimmered in the air, a visible wave that made the flames dance twice over, their golden glow mirrored across the stone streets. Long wooden tables groaned under the weight of feasts fit for warriors: roasted meats glistening with juices, steaming bowls of spiced stews, baskets of bread still hot from the oven, and mugs of firewine that caught the firelight like molten rubies.“Now this,” Tharion said, eyes gleaming as he surveyed the spread, “is the kind of celebration I

The plains stretched endlessly, beneath a pale and dull sky. The air was eerily still, as if the land itself was holding its breath. Far behind them, Emberfall was a distant memory, its warmth and safety now replaced by the vast, silent openness.Zarekth led the group, his steps purposeful but his silence heavier than usual. The sword of equilibrium rested on his back, his grip on its hilt tight. The muscles in his jaw flexed, a sure sign of unease.Lyra trailed close behind him, her gaze flickering to Zarekth’s rigid stance. His unease was contagious.Lyra’s hand unconsciously brushed against the quiver of arrows strapped to her back.Tharion froze mid-step, his eyes narrowing. Something large moved in the corner of his vision, a ripple through the shadows of the grasslands. Slowly, he turned his head, and there it was—wolf-like, massive, and made of writhing darkness. Its crimson eyes burned like embers, locked on him. He blinked, his throat dry.The creature was gone.“Uh… guy

The night settled over the deserted village like a suffocating shroud, its silence almost as oppressive as the lingering destruction. Shadows danced on the crumbled walls as the faint glow of a makeshift fire flickered in the shelter. Viana, Tharion, and Lyra sat in a loose circle, their voices hushed but tense, as if afraid the ruins themselves might overhear their words.“People lived here,” Viana murmured, her gaze scanning the broken remnants of homes. Her voice carried a sadness that made the silence heavier.“Not anymore,” Tharion replied, leaning back against the wall. His tone was deep and heavy and sounded exhausted and a little hopeless, as if he had witnessed this kind of devastation countless times before.Lyra gazed into the flames, which reflected the confusion in her own head.She whispered, as if afraid of the sound, “Where are they?”Viana shook her head and waved her hands as if to say she didn't know."Who knows?" she replied.At that moment, the only noise was th