As Kael and Elara moved deeper into the forgotten lands, the tension grew. Every step felt heavier, like the weight of the entire realm was pressing down on him.
He could hear whispers in the air, voices that seemed to speak his name—warnings, promises, and pleas for help.
Kael clenched the pendant. It was growing colder. The chains of the Hollow Gate were pulling at him, and he couldn't escape.
"This place wants me," Kael muttered. "It wants all of us."
Elara nodded grimly. "And it will take what it needs. That's why you have to finish it."