Chapter 100 The Heart Of The Storm

• The winds of the northern forests grew colder as the group ventured deeper into the wilderness, and the smoke in the distance grew thicker. Ariella could feel the weight of the approaching storm in her bones. It wasn’t just the physical danger they faced, but something far darker—a rising shadow that sought to consume all light.
• “We’re getting closer,” Kael muttered, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, ready for any confrontation.
• Ariella nodded, her senses heightened. The magic of the Heart pulsed faintly in her veins, warning her that something was wrong. The land itself seemed to be in turmoil, as if the very earth was unsettled by the power that was stirring. She could feel it—an ancient force, twisted and corrupted, pushing against the Heart's protective magic.