Blood on the Roots

Blood stains the ground after a dark vow. Malak Crosswell navigates a path defined by silence and its repercussions, weighed down by memory and duty. Galot faces a test of courage that exposes his limits. Rho communicates through mysterious language. The woodland realm seems sentient. Arlinstead lies somewhere in the distance ahead, growing closer through an increasingly bitter journey.

His breath steamed in slow, deliberate plumes, eyes scanning the black beyond the firelight, listening for the snap of a twig, the low growl of a lurking wolf, any whisper of ambush.