The air was shimmering with heat as Elara's group passed through a narrow cliff path, overlooking the basin known as the Ember Veil. Below them stretched a scorched valley veined with rivers of molten glass and cracked obsidian. Strange trees, leafless and blazing, twisted skyward in painful shapes, which illuminated the land in a haunting, flickering glow.
Ryon walked near the front, his cloak was rustling in the cinder-laden wind. Every step he took closer to the next tribe made the System hum a bit louder within him, vibrating along his spine. His palm was tingling with latent magic, and itching to be released.
> System Notice: Approaching the Daughters of Ash Territory Warning: Hostility Level – Extreme.
