Chapter 80 Ghosts Of Kaelen

• The chilling reality of The Shattered Steppes of Kaelen settled over the team like the ever-present, biting wind. This was a land haunted, not just by memory, but by the tangible echoes of an ancient war. The Shadow Weaver, in its dying throes, was performing a macabre resurrection, pulling forgotten grievances from the very earth and forcing the descendants of the Sky-Riders of Aer and the Stone-Guard of Terra to relive the brutal conflict that had scarred their realm for centuries. The Moon-Tear Shard pulsed with a pained, dissonant rhythm against Elara’s chest, resonating with the profound, unresolved suffering that permeated the air.
• Their makeshift command center, a vast, echoing cavern deep within a jagged mountain, offered little comfort against the psychic onslaught. The air within still hummed with the phantom cries of spectral warriors, the clang of ancient, unseen weaponry, and the mournful wails of long-dead civilian populations. Kael, hunched over his consoles, worked tirelessly to filter the overwhelming data, trying to pinpoint the epicenters of this historical haunting. Liam, from Atheria, managed to establish tenuous communication links with isolated pockets of the living descendants, confirming their descent into mass hysteria and renewed, irrational conflict.
• "It's not just a psychic projection," Dr. Reed stated, her voice grim as she analyzed the data streams. "The Weaver is drawing on residual emotional energy, the very essence of the suffering left imprinted on this land, and manifesting it. These aren't just illusions; they are semi-corporeal echoes, feeding on the living's fear and unresolved hatred. They're making the past present."