THE ANCIENT BARGAIN

"What is it?" Eleanor insisted.

"The messenger gasped at the northern woods." Unusual shapes have been observed. Shadows shifting during darkness. Our scouts are lost."

A coldness descended upon the room. Eleanor felt her heart racing in her chest. "She instructed to assemble a team." "We depart at the crack of dawn."

After the meeting ended, Eleanor remained by herself, gazing into the darkening sky. The shadows were encroaching, and the battle was still ongoing.

Eleanor tightened her fists, her determination growing stronger. She would confront this new danger directly. Greywolf's future hinged on it.

While preparing to depart, she felt a eerie presence envelope her, as though she was being observed by an unseen entity. Glancing at the shadowy corners, she shivered with a sense of discomfort traveling down her back.

The real fight was starting, and Eleanor was aware that she needed to prepare for any darkness that was coming.