Chapter 43 Trial Of The Flame

• The path to the Source was not marked on any map, and the forest beyond the northern cliffs was older than any territory Ivy had ever known. The air felt thinner here, like the trees remembered what had been lost.
• Ivy stepped carefully over moss-covered roots, the ancient scroll tucked securely into her satchel. Kael followed close behind, his senses sharp. The wind carried no scent, no sound. Not even birdsong.
• It was too quiet.