Elora stumbled forward as the shadows unraveled around her, depositing her onto cold, cracked stone. The air here was thick—chokingly so—and it smelled of ash and iron. Her knees hit the ground hard, sending a jolt of pain up her legs. She sucked in a sharp breath, clutching her chest. The pull was stronger than ever, a constant thrum that seemed to sing through her bones. When she raised her head, her heart froze. The world around her was… wrong. An endless, desolate wasteland stretched in every direction. Dead trees twisted like broken fingers into a sky split by blood-red lightning. Rivers of black sludge snaked across the ground, bubbling with unseen creatures. The wind carried whispers—faint, indistinct voices that made her skin crawl. They hissed her name, taunting and coaxing, the sound weaving through her mind like poison. Where am I? “The Realm of Shadows.” The Watcher’s voice boomed behind her. She spun around to find it standing tall, its smoky form towering over her
Last Updated : 2025-07-14 Read more