Magnus and his companions stood among the lifeless bodies of Thana’s fallen minions, their breathing heavy, muscles tensed with the aftermath of battle. Blood and dirt clung to their armor, but they stood victorious—yet Magnus’s heart was far from settled. His eyes scanned the thick, twisted forest, searching desperately for the dark whirlwind that was said to be the entrance to Thana’s ominous dwelling. Time was running out, and every second spent searching was another moment Lara remained in danger.
The dense forest was unnervingly silent now, only the rustle of leaves underfoot and the faint crackle of energy from the magic that still lingered in the air. Magnus’s thoughts raced as they moved through the shadowy terrain, his mind a storm of worry for Lara. Every passing second without finding her gnawed at his soul. He knew Thana was preparing to carry out her evil plan, and if they didn’t find the entrance soon, it would be too late.
Suddenly, a faint gust of wind brushed past him
