Chapter 38 Echoes Of The Wild

• The wind howled through the high towers of Erelith, cold and sharp, as if carrying whispers from the deep woods beyond the eastern ridge. The Heartgate’s glow had dimmed further, its pulse slow but steady—like the breath of something asleep, or pretending to be.
• Amara stood on the observation platform, her long coat whipping around her legs. From here, she could see both the old ruins and the new sectors, the merging of past and future. Yet her gaze was fixed on the forest, where the unseen threat waited.
• “You’ve barely slept,” Nathaniel said as he approached, his boots echoing softly.