Synopsis

The wind whipped at Elara’s cloak, carrying the scent of pine and something else…wrong. A prickling unease settled beneath her skin as she surveyed the empty meadow. Beside her, Kaelen ran a hand over the saddle of his swift steed, Whisperwind, his brow furrowed with concern. Their loyal companions were gone. Vanished without a trace. A chilling realization dawned on Elara. It wasn't simply a case of being lost; this felt orchestrated. A subtle shift in the air, a faint shimmer in the dista