Chapter 100 The Source
- Everyone rushed to the southern wall. The grey scar was spreading fast, consuming ground at visible speed. Trees withered and died as it touched them. Grass turned to ash. Even the air smelled wrong, like metal and old death.
- “How long before it reaches the wall?” Alina asked.
- “Hours,” Elder Brann said, his voice tight. “Maybe less. It’s moving faster than before.”