Chapter 277 Echoes Of The Past

• The night descended quickly over the Sunlit Wastes, the air cooling as the group continued their relentless march. The stars above, pale and distant, offered little comfort against the rising tension that gripped them. Ariella’s thoughts were a storm of uncertainty, and the pulse of the shard beneath her cloak only seemed to intensify with every passing hour.
• As they moved, the wind whispered across the dunes, carrying with it an eerie sense of foreboding. The wasteland, vast and unforgiving, stretched endlessly in all directions, offering no shelter, no refuge. Only the relentless expanse of sand and dust.
• Zara led the way, her sharp eyes scanning the horizon as she navigated the desolate terrain. Sigrid and Selene followed closely, while Kaelen and Ariella took up the rear. The silence between them was heavy, each member of the group lost in their own thoughts, the weight of the situation pressing down on them all.