Chapter 1595: The Eye of the Storm

The tension in the air was palpable, a suffocating presence that pressed against Elara's chest with every breath she took. The strange, pulsing energy surged once again, swirling through the camp like an unseen tide. She could feel it now, a dark, consuming force creeping through the air, whispering at the edges of her thoughts, trying to weave its way into her very soul.

Kade's grip on his weapon tightened, his eyes scanning the surrounding wilderness. Morgana, ever the enigma, stood motionless, her expression unreadable, but Elara could see the faint tremor in her fingers, the barely perceptible shift in her stance that spoke volumes of her unease.

The wind died as quickly as it had come, leaving behind a heavy stillness, as if the world itself was holding its breath. But that stillness didn't last long. The ground beneath their feet vibrated, a deep, rumbling tremor that shook the earth. It was coming—something was coming.