Signs of Unraveling

The journey away from the ruins was silent at first. Asterion was watching the land, noting the subtle changes—a wilted tree here, a stretch of grass turned blackened and brittle. It was quiet, too quiet, and that unnatural hush seeped into my thoughts. In the distance, a sluggish wind skimmed over the tops of dead shrubs, rustling through leaves that were more gray than green. The sun, if it could be called that, lay hidden behind a gauze of mist, dimming the light to a weak, colorless haze.

I felt a heaviness in the air, a sense that the very fabric of reality was growing thin around us. The Tapestry was unraveling in ways that went beyond the Ashen Expanse. That alone made the urgency of our next steps clear.

Kael'Thorne.