Chapter - 159
The Edalin Cliffs—a desolate, windswept expanse that loomed high above the border between the Kingdoms of Theran and Valtoris. It was a place where few dared to tread, known for its jagged rock formations, sheer drops into the abyss below, and the unsettling silence that blanketed the land like a burial shroud. But today, the cliffs pulsed with something far more sinister than their usual eerie stillness.
A dark encampment had taken root in the heart of this forsaken land. There were no more than a dozen dark mages, yet the very air felt heavy with their presence, thick with oppressive energy that made the day itself seem darker. The concentration of faerium here was unnatural, a suffocating force that twisted the environment around it.
