Chapter 120 Ravenspell's First Toll

• Ravenspell swallowed sound.
• The moment Lucia crossed fully beneath the archway, the outside world seemed to seal itself away. Wind died. Distant thunder vanished. Even the echo of their own footsteps felt muted, as though the ruins drank noise as greedily as they drank heat.
• The air inside was cold—not the natural chill of night, but something deliberate, invasive. It pressed against Lucia’s skin, slipping past armor and wards alike, testing the edges of her awareness.