Shadows In The Wake

The oppressive silence that followed their victory weighed heavily on the group as they ascended from the depths of the chasm. Every step felt laborious, the air thick with lingering energy from the Rift. Adira led the way, her blade resting against her shoulder, her gaze flickering toward each shadow that seemed to shift in the flickering light of Rhea's golden magic.

"Still think it's over?" Kane muttered, his tone sharp as he stepped over a jagged crack in the ground.

"No," Adira replied, her voice clipped. She didn't look back at him, her attention fixed ahead. "It's not. Stay alert."

Finn grunted in agreement, his warhammer slung across his back. "Doesn't feel over to me either. Feels like something's waiting to take a swing at us the second we let our guard down."