CHAPTER FIFTY THREE

Suspended above the depths, the narrow path was the only way across. This strip of land twisted and turned and was perilously thin in places, with sheer drops on either side that plunged into the abyss below. The path was uneven and treacherous, littered with loose stones and crumbling edges that threatened to give way underfoot.

Eerie whispers echoed through the canyon. Yara frowned, were the rocks talking? It seemed so, whispers came from the dark purplish mist curling off the rocks. 

"Stay close and keep your senses sharp," The dragon said walking into the darkness. Yara took a deep breath and followed behind quickly, it would be foolish to get separated in this place. Her skin crawled as soon as she stepped in.

The air felt heavy with pressure, and it was a bit hard to breathe. The darkness felt alive, almost as if it were pressing down on her, seeping into her very soul.