Chapter 150 Whispers In The Void

The snow deepened as the army marched eastward, the once-lush forests giving way to jagged ridgelines and spectral white trees that groaned like ancient spirits in the wind. Isabella rode at the vanguard, cloaked in fire and frost, her every breath misting like smoke from a dying pyre. Behind her, the combined forces of the Blackwood, Mountain Guardians, Deepwood beasts, and Mira’s Seers formed a river of motion across the bitter landscape. Their banners snapped sharply against the rising gales. Eyes watched from the dark—some friend, some foe, some neither.