
The Ember of Elarion
The air reeked of burnt pine as Kaelen stepped over the crumpled body of the scout, his boots crunching through the brittle remains of a shattered campfire. The forest around him pulsed with a low, guttural hum, like the earth…
The air reeked of burnt pine as Kaelen stepped over the crumpled body of the scout, his boots crunching through the brittle remains of a shattered campfire. The forest around him pulsed with a low, guttural hum, like the earth…