Chapter 39 Shadows And Lies

• My heart raced wildly as the creature advanced, the atmosphere thickening with an overwhelming sense of fear. Every fiber of my being urged me to flee, to find safety, yet my legs felt as if they were rooted to the ground, paralyzed by the sheer terror emanating from the being before us. The chill in the air penetrated deeper, settling into my very bones, and it was more than just the cold. It was a palpable sensation—the heavy presence of something ancient and sinister that had stirred in the shadows of this forsaken place.
• Asher stood in front of me, a protective barrier, his posture rigid, muscles coiled like a spring, ready to react at any moment. Yet even he appeared momentarily stunned by the sight of the creature.
• I swallowed hard, struggling to grasp the reality of the moment. The creature's words—“Thane’s right hand”—replayed in my mind like a dire warning.