Chapter 18: The Shadows Deepen

The aftermath of the battle left the knights weary but determined. They had managed to drive back the shadowy creatures and hold their ground near the ancient gate, but the sense of foreboding lingered in the air. The runes on the gate still pulsed faintly, a reminder that their victory was only temporary.

Arawn sat by the campfire, his hands trembling as he stared into the flickering flames. His mind replayed the battle, the moment he had called upon the wind to repel the monstrous creature, and the whispered words of the spirit that had guided him.

“Fight or die.”

The words echoed in his mind, a stark ultimatum that left him grappling with the choices he had made. For the first time, he had truly felt the power within him—raw, untamed, and terrifying. But it wasn’t just the power that unsettled him; it was the voice. The spirit’s presence was growing stronger, and with it came a tide of emotions and memories that weren’t his own.

Struggling with Magic