Whispers in the Dark

The forest spoke in tongues of shadow and mist. Lyra walked among the ancient trees, her mind filled with visions of what was to come. Each step forward revealed another fragment of the future, another thread in the tapestry of fate.

She had seen Kael in her visions—the warrior lost between worlds, seeking redemption for sins both real and imagined. Their paths would cross soon, she knew. The threads of destiny were pulling them together, weaving a pattern that neither could escape.

But there were darker visions too. Shadows that moved with purpose, ancient evils stirring in the depths. The forsaken realm was awakening, and with it came dangers that threatened not just this world, but all worlds.

Lyra paused at a clearing, moonlight filtering through the canopy above. She closed her eyes and let the visions wash over her. The future was not set in stone—there were still choices to be made, paths to be chosen. But time was running out, and the darkness was growing stronger.