C23 The Shadow at Moonspire

The realm between was quiet. Too quiet. Evelyne led the pack across the twilight plain, the air thick with stillness, the stars above unmoving. Their footsteps made no sound on the pale grass, and even the wind seemed to hold its breath. Time here was not linear—it looped, folded, stretched. The figure on the ridge remained still, a silhouette cloaked in shifting smoke and moonlight