The sky split above Veyra, not with thunder but with silence. Lira stood on the rusted balcony of her workshop, hands braced against the cold iron railing, watching the twin hemispheres drift apart. One half glowed with the amber light…
The air in Emberfall smelled of smoke and iron, a scent Kaela had known since birth. Her fingers traced the grooves of the lantern she carried, its glass surface etched with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. The…
The air stank of burnt cedar as Lira pressed her palm to the scarred trunk of the ancient oak, fingers sinking into the fissured bark. A pulse thrummed beneath her skin, steady and deliberate, like a second heartbeat synced to…
The air in Emberfall reeked of burnt pitch and damp stone, a sour tang that clung to Kael’s throat as he trudged through the village square. Lanterns flickered along the cobbled paths, their flames dimmer than they’d been a fortnight…
The village of Elmhollow held its breath beneath a sky bruised purple, the air thick with the scent of rain and something older—something that clung to the soil like a memory. Lira stood at the edge of the forest, her…
The air in Kael’s workshop reeked of iron and burnt oak, the scent clinging to his skin like a second layer. His hammer struck the anvil with a rhythm that had not faltered in twenty years, each blow shaping molten…
Kael’s fingers trembled as they traced the frayed edge of the thread, its silver sheen catching the dim light of the weaving room. The air smelled of damp wool and burnt incense, a scent that clung to the walls of…
The air in Vareth stank of rust and old blood, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Kaela’s throat. She pressed her palm against the cold iron gate of the lower district, feeling the vibrations of something deep…
The air in Tharvyn stank of burnt sage and old iron. Kael crouched beside the riverbank, fingers pressing into the damp earth as he scanned the tangled reeds. Somewhere in the muck, the vial lay hidden—a glass capsule no larger…
The wind howled through the pines as Lira pressed her palm against the cold stone of the ancient ruins, her breath fogging in the pre-dawn air. The village of Tharion lay behind her, its thatched roofs glinting faintly under the…
The air stank of iron and pine as Kael drove his blade into the creature’s throat, its obsidian scales slick with rain. The thing convulsed, a guttural shriek tearing from its maw, and Kael wrenched the sword free, spitting blood…
The air smelled of ozone and iron as Kaelen stepped over the cracked stone, his boots crunching on fragments of what had once been a gateway. The sky above twisted in slow, serpentine coils, its usual blue replaced by a…
The air in Veyra stank of damp stone and old smoke, a thick miasma that clung to Kaela’s skin as she slipped through the labyrinth of narrow alleys. Her boots scraped against cracked cobblestones, each step echoing like a whispered…
The wind howled through the skeletal trees as Lira pressed her palm against the moss-covered stone, feeling the faint hum of something ancient beneath her fingers. The air reeked of damp earth and decay, a scent that clung to her…
The air in Veylan’s market hung thick with the scent of burnt amber and iron, a metallic tang that clung to the back of Kael’s throat. He adjusted the leather straps of his satchel, its weight familiar against his shoulder,…