Chapter 84 The Edge Of The Storm

The desert gave way to rough, cracked terrain as the group approached the looming Stormspire. The mountain's jagged peaks clawed at the sky, surrounded by swirling dark clouds that rumbled ominously with thunder. The air grew colder, and an unnatural energy prickled at their skin. Corin came to a stop, his casual demeanor replaced by a rare seriousness. “We’re at the edge of the Stormspire’s domain. Once we cross this line,” he gestured to a jagged ridge, “there’s no turning back. The storm doesn’t just rage outside—it’s alive in there.”