Chapter 277 Echoes Of The Past

The night descended quickly over the Sunlit Wastes, the air cooling as the group continued their relentless march. The stars above, pale and distant, offered little comfort against the rising tension that gripped them. Ariella’s thoughts were a storm of uncertainty, and the pulse of the shard beneath her cloak only seemed to intensify with every passing hour. As they moved, the wind whispered across the dunes, carrying with it an eerie sense of foreboding. The wasteland, vast and unforgiving, stretched endlessly in all directions, offering no shelter, no refuge. Only the relentless expanse of sand and dust.