The night refused to move.The wind died.The insects stopped singing.Even the distant cries of hunting animals vanished from the darkness.Blackwood stood motionless atop the ridge, facing the unseen presence rising beyond the horizon.Nyx felt a chill crawl down her spine.For years she had survived assassins, warlords, mercenaries, and monsters disguised as men.This felt different.This felt wrong.The world itself seemed uneasy."What is it?" she asked.Blackwood remained silent.The ground trembled again.Once.Twice.Then stopped.Something enormous was moving somewhere beyond the mountains, Something old.Very old.Miles away, deep beneath the forgotten ruins of the First Empire, ancient stone cracked.A colossal gate hidden beneath the earth slowly began to open.Dust exploded into the air.Chains thicker than castle towers rattled violently.Symbols carved by civilizations long erased started glowing faintly.The guardians were waking,and they were afraid.An old man dressed