The warm, dry wind of the Crimson Dominion gave way to a bitter, unnatural chill as the allied vanguard crossed the jagged border into the Shadow Ridge. Above them, the sky was framed by heavy, charcoal clouds that never broke, casting the jagged black peaks in an eternal, suffocating twilight."Keep your blades drawn and your shields locked," Kaelor barked, his voice echoing off the towering obsidian cliffs as he reined in his heavy warhorse. "The air in these passways is toxic to weak lungs. Don't breathe too deeply.""It's not just the air, Ashthorne," Lysander said quietly, riding beside Seraphina on his dark stallion. His stormy eyes scanned the mist-shrouded ruins of towering stone arches and crumbled spires scattered across the valley floor. "This whole kingdom was built over a nexus of dark ley-lines. When my home fell, the magic turned rotten."Seraphina pulled her heavy woolen cloak tighter around her neck, her bare hands resting over her sternum. Beneath her dress, the
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