PART 2: The Storm Outside Was Only the Beginning
The wind didn’t calm. It only grew angrier. Snow slammed harder against the cabin walls, shaking the wooden frame like
The wind didn’t calm. It only grew angrier. Snow slammed harder against the cabin walls, shaking the wooden frame like
The ocean did not calm. It obeyed. Waves that once roared against the jagged cliffs now bent unnaturally inward, as
The snowfall grew heavier, swallowing sound and distance alike. Even the armored soldiers standing between the pines felt it—an unnatural
The elf ran through burning dust. Every breath felt like glass in his lungs. Behind him— the battlefield kept dying.
The sacred oil shattered across the stone floor as the priest stared at the burned crest beneath the girl’s iron
Rain crashed harder across the ruined battlefield. Smoke drifted through broken shields. Mud swallowed the dead. And still— the Viking
The thunder of war drums rolled through the stone fortress like a living force. BOOM… BOOM… BOOM… Each beat echoed
The tavern stayed quiet. Too quiet. Only the crackling fireplaces filled the silence. The young woman studied him carefully. The
Snow drifted endlessly through the mountains. The storm softened— but the cold stayed merciless. Near the weathered shack— the rugged
Thunder shook the biker bar hard enough to rattle the whiskey bottles behind the counter. But nobody moved. Mateo stared