Chapter 171 A Growing Sense Of Destiny

• ~ Elara ~
• The air in the ancient packlands was unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was thick, almost tangible, like it was woven with the weight of centuries of magic and history. Every breath I took felt charged, buzzing with an energy that both invigorated and unsettled me.
• The trees seemed to hum with life, their ancient roots buried deep in the earth of a land older than any I had known. I was officially inside now, no longer on the outskirts of legend but walking through it. And the feeling of eyes—thousands of unseen eyes—watching me was stronger than ever.