The Hollow gnaws even at my kind's memory. Its hunger is older than this age. I recall fragments and shadows in the dark where even my kin that dared not glide.
Kelvin's grip on his glaive tightened. That was not a reassurance rather, it was a warning.
Salaris perched on a jagged boulder, wings which was half-folded, feathers were crackling with ghostly shadow-light.
The hawk-beast tilted its head, releasing a sharp screech that echoed against the crater walls. It sounded like a determination or maybe nervousness that is hidden behind pride.
Lyra glanced at her partner and nodded once, as if it was taking the sound as confirmation that she was not alone in her unease.
Rhoam, the armored behemoth, pawed at the stone beneath him. Sparks leapt where his hooves struck the ground, and his chest plates thrummed like a war drum.
