Chapter 32: The Whispers of the Shadows

The mountains of Ashen rose menacingly before them, their peaks shrouded in dark clouds. Elara and Kael moved cautiously along the narrow path that led between steep cliffs and deep chasms. Every wrong step could mean their end.

"This feels wrong," Kael muttered, holding his sword ready.

"I know," replied Elara. "It's too quiet. And after the attack of the shadow beasts, I expect even more to lurk on us."

Kael sighed. "Couldn't we even have a simple trip? Without monsters, traps or dark magicians?"

"Then it would be boring, wouldn't it?"

"Boring doesn't sound so bad right now."

Elara smiled, but her tension remained. She could feel it - a soft, eerie whisper that ran through the wind. It was barely noticeable, an echo from another world.

"Do you hear that?" She asked suddenly.

Kael frowned. "What?"

Elara stopped, concentrated. There it was again. A soft whisper, like voices out of nowhere.

"We are not alone," she said in a serious voice.

Kael drew his sword. "I knew it. Okay, who is it this time? Demons? Ghosts? An ancient cursed army?"

"I'm not sure."

But then the shadows around her became darker. The air became heavy. And suddenly a voice whispered right in her ear:

"You will fail."

Elara was swirling around, but there was nothing.

"Okay," Kael said slowly. "That was disturbing."

"It's an illusion," Elara realized. "Malakar is playing with our minds."

Kael tensed the jaw muscles. "So he wants to wear us out before we even reach him."

"He knows we're a threat to him."

"Then let's show him he's right."

They continued on their way, the shadows denser around them. But now they knew: Malakar was watching them. And his game had just begun.