The bridge swayed with every step, its ropes creaking in protest as Kael, Morgana, and Aeris pressed forward. Below them, the chasm seemed bottomless, a black void stretching endlessly in all directions. The only sound apart from the howling wind was the groan of the wooden planks beneath their feet. Yet Kael could feel it—the oppressive weight of the shadow's presence. It wasn't just a sensation of being watched; it was a suffocating aura, an unspoken promise of danger looming closer with every heartbeat.
The relic strapped to Kael's back pulsed in rhythm with his racing heart. Its faint, golden light seeped through the satchel, casting jagged patterns across the bridge. Each glow was a reminder of what they carried: hope and destruction bound in a fragile truce. It was a power that could change everything if wielded correctly—or destroy them all if it fell into the wrong hands.