C57 The Smoldering Path

South of the Ashline ravine, where the road split into fractured memories of trade routes, the first of the Flamewalkers reached the edge of Brackenshore.

It was not a town. Not anymore.

Just the skeleton of one.

Collapsed roofs. A rusted bell tower. An orchard choked by briars. But there were signs of recent presence—ashes too fresh, tracks too sharp. Something moved through this silence