Chapter 85

• The air in the war room was thick with tension as Amara listened to the latest reports from the scouts. A tall, broad-shouldered warrior stepped forward, his face pale as he delivered his news.
• “There have been... disturbances near the borders of Rita’s territory,” he said, his voice steady despite the weight of his words. “The land is changing. The trees are withering, rivers are running black, and the air itself feels... wrong.”
• Amara straightened, her grip tightening on the edge of the table. “Wrong how?”