The wind howled like a grieving widow as the group emerged from the ruins of the Nameless Deep. Their skin bore faint scorch marks from the First Flame’s touch, but their eyes—especially Isabella’s—burned with purpose.
They didn’t rest. Not when time itself now seemed to weigh heavily against them.
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