The air hummed with the scent of rain-soaked earth as Kaela pressed her palm against the moss-caked stone, feeling the pulse beneath her fingers. The forest around her was still, as if holding its breath, but the ground trembled faintly,…
The air stank of rust and damp stone as Kaela pressed her palm against the crumbling tower wall, her fingertips tracing the jagged scar where the ancient sigil had been chiseled out. The forest around her whispered, leaves brushing against…
The air in Veyrith stank of iron and decay, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Lira’s throat. She pulled her cloak tighter, fingers brushing the cold steel of the dagger at her hip. The city’s spires loomed…
The air reeked of ash and iron as Kael plunged his dagger into the creature’s throat. Blood sprayed across his gauntlets, hot and sticky, mingling with the sweat clinging to his skin. The beast convulsed, its skeletal frame shuddering against…
The air reeked of iron and ash as Kael dragged his blade from the mud, its edge chipped from the clash. The battlefield sprawled behind him—skeletal trees, half-buried wagons, the shattered remains of a dozen banners. He wiped blood from…
The air in Veyra’s Hollow smelled of damp earth and iron, a scent that clung to the skin like a second layer. Lira pressed her palms against the cold stone of the archive wall, her breath fogging in the dim…
Kael traced the inked lines of the map with a calloused finger, the parchment crackling under his touch. The air in his workshop reeked of aged paper and smoldering tallow, the scent mingling with the metallic tang of iron from…
The air reeked of burnt oak and iron as Kael stumbled through the village square, his boots crunching over shattered pottery. Smoke coiled in jagged tendrils from the charred remains of the central lantern, its oil-fed flame guttering like a…
The air in Lirien stank of ash and iron. Kaela knelt at the edge of the clearing, her fingers digging into the soil as she willed the fire to die. It didn’t. The flames roared, licking the sky with tongues…
The village of Vareth lay under a sky choked with ash, its streets choked with the stench of decay. Kaela’s boots crunched over brittle grass as she knelt beside the well, her fingers brushing the rim of the iron bucket.…
The wind howled through the skeletal trees of Virelle Forest, carrying the scent of damp moss and iron. Kaela tightened her cloak against the chill, her boots crunching over frost-bitten leaves. The village of Elmhollow lay behind her, its thatched…
The air in the library reeked of dust and burnt parchment, a stench that clung to Kael’s skin like a second layer. His fingers, calloused from years of handling brittle pages, trembled as they traced the faded script on the…
The air in Emberfall stank of burnt cedar and iron, a sour tang that clung to Kaela’s throat as she trudged through the ruins. The city’s bones—cracked stone pillars, shattered mosaics, and the skeletal remains of a great library—lay scattered…
The forest breathed in Lira’s presence, its ancient roots coiling like serpents beneath the moss-laden earth. She knelt at the base of the elderwood, fingers brushing the gnarled bark until it hummed beneath her touch—a sound like wind through hollow…
The air reeked of damp stone and old blood when Kael stepped into the cavern, his boots crunching over shattered obsidian. The torch he carried sputtered, casting jagged shadows on the walls where ancient glyphs pulsed faintly, as though remembering…