Chapter 506

The wind, a cruel rasping whisper, carried the scent of fresh wood and decay across the clearing. Before Captain Baldred and his ragged band of survivors lay the Narrow Pass, a black gash slicing through the Tekarr Mountains and the Lag'ranna Mountains on the other side, which promised a route to safety. But the promise felt hollow, the air thick with the unspoken dread of their pursuer. The Dargan, a hulking monstrosity of claws and fangs, had stalked them relentlessly for weeks, its presence a shadow clinging to their every footstep.