Chapter 16 Whispers Of Destruction
- "This place feels… wrong," Elara's aunt muttered, her voice laced with unease as she surveyed the barren landscape.
- Anya nodded, a shiver running down her spine. The Moonstones, usually a source of comfort, felt strangely sluggish in her palm, their light barely a flicker against the encroaching gloom.
- "Do you still feel the pull southward?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.