Chapter 19 The Hollow Song

• As the echoes of the Mistborn wolves faded into the distance, the group pressed onward, each step growing heavier with the weight of their ordeal. The mist thinned, but the cold remained, biting at their skin as they ventured deeper into the heart of the forest. The trees around them loomed taller, darker, their gnarled branches twisting like skeletal hands reaching toward the sky.
• Lyra’s mind raced. The Mistborn were relentless, and their encounter had rattled her more than she wanted to admit. But something else lingered in the air, something beyond the wolves. It felt ancient, older even than the Heartwood’s magic—a song, distant and faint, but pulling her forward with an irresistible force.
• “What is that sound?” Ryan asked, his voice barely a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might break the fragile atmosphere around them.