Chapter 7: The Dark Awakening

The silence that enveloped Elaris was oppressive. The wind had stilled, and the sky had taken on a brooding, almost malevolent hue. The village, once teeming with energy as it expanded rapidly, now seemed to hold its breath, as if it too felt the looming threat that was growing in the shadows. The ancient power that the tribes had been awakening was no longer just a whisper on the wind—it had become a force that even the young man could feel deep in his bones.

Inside the stone chambers, where the leaders of the town gathered, there was a tension thicker than any storm. Elya paced in the dimly lit room, her mind racing with the news Kalen had brought. The tribes were not simply rebelling—they were invoking something far worse, something that no one had dared to disturb for centuries.