Chapter 115: The Howling Winds

The crimson storm over Erodus churned with a ferocity that sent tremors through the heart of every soldier in the Valoran camp. Night had fallen, and the fires scattered across the encampment cast eerie shadows on the golden sands. Yet, peace was elusive. A foreboding chill crept into the air, the kind that whispered of danger beyond imagination.

James sat with Sasha, Emilia, Yori, Pippy, and Lynara in the command tent, a map of the desert spread before them. The markers denoting their troops, supplies, and recent battles lay scattered like the fragmented thoughts of those gathered. Outside, the wind had started to howl, but it was not a natural sound—it carried a guttural resonance, as if the desert itself groaned in agony.

"Do you hear that?" Pippy asked, her voice trembling. She clutched her daggers, her usually steady hands betraying her unease.