Shadows

The Stone Heart's earthen rhythm pulses steadily as the fellowship proceeds, guiding them through the creeping shadows. The ancient relic is their compass now, leading them toward the Skyrend Peak and their destiny.

Around them, tendrils of mist rise from the forest floor, enshrouding their path in ominous uncertainty. The woods are hushed, as if the land itself holds its breath in foreboding. Linnea reaches out with heightened senses, probing their surroundings.

"A deep power lingers here," she whispers. "Older than the trees themselves. It watches our progress." The group tightens formation, wary of threats veiled in the obscuring fog.

As they traverse the gloomy wood, the shadows seem to swirl and shift as if alive. "There is more here than mere mist," remarks Eiran, his sharp eyes piercing the darkness. "It reacts to our presence." His words send a chill through the group. Whatever entity dwells here, they are now interlopers in its domain.