Chapter 81 The Whispering Sands
- The desert stretched endlessly before them, a sea of golden dunes shimmering under an oppressive sun. Unlike the dense magic of the Sylvan Vale, the desert air felt dry and lifeless. Yet, there was an underlying hum in the wind—a faint whisper that seemed to call out their names.
- “This place feels... wrong,” Lyara said, shielding her eyes against the sun as she scanned the horizon.
- Eryndor adjusted his robes and muttered a spell to shield the group from the worst of the heat. “It’s not wrong, just ancient. The magic here is subtle, but it’s watching us.”