C40 A VOICE FROM THE WRAITHLANDS

The world appeared to take its breath as Elara and Damon crossed into the Wraithlands.

The air shifted first—thickening, darkening, buzzing with something ancient and invisible. The trees stood taller here, their branches clutching at the sky like blackened fingers. The wind murmured in low, eerie tones, bearing voices that weren’t quite human.

Elara wrapped her cloak more around herself