The fire in the center of the camp sputtered and turned a sickly, bruised purple. The warmth that had filled the Valley of Whispers only moments ago vanished, replaced by a cold that didn't just freeze the skin—it froze the soul.Elias stood frozen. The little girl, Mia, was still sitting on her bedroll, but her small frame looked stiff, like a wooden doll being pulled by invisible strings. Her eyes, once a soft brown, were now glowing with a harsh, rhythmic red light."We see you, Elias," the girl said again. Her voice wasn't her own; it was a layered, echoing sound, like thirteen people whispering into a metal pipe. "You thought you could steal our treasure? You thought the 'Forgotten' belonged to you?"Around the camp, more survivors began to stand up. Kael, the young man Elias had comforted, rose slowly. His head was tilted at a sharp, unnatural angle. Then an old woman. Then a warrior. One by one, their eyes ignited with that same terrifying red glow.They weren't just being watc
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