RonanThe air shifted the second we stepped back through the portal—biting cold, metallic wind, and the ever-present hum of desperation that lived in the Wastelands. It crawled up your spine and whispered that you were already dead. I exhaled through my nose and watched the breath freeze in the air like smoke from a dragon that forgot how to burn.Behind me, the others stumbled out one by one—Brad, Crawl, Wallace, Grimm—each one quiet, brooding, processing what the old fate-keeper had told us. The wall. The warnings. The prophecy nonsense.Crawl broke the silence first—of course he did.He dropped to his knees and started swiping at the snow, brushing it away like he was cleaning a damn dinner plate.“Crawl,” Wallace said flatly, “what the hell are you doing?”“Trying to bond with the earth,” he grunted. “You heard her. ‘Forge a bond with the earth.’ Maybe if I—” He stretched out and flopped onto the frozen dirt like a starfish. “—I don’t know, merge with it.”“You look like you’re tr
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