THE SHATTERED STAR

led with the scent of damp earth and moss. The trees towered over them, their twisted branches reaching out

of his sword. "The Wyrmwood is filled with creatures that pr

ut this place that felt wrong. It wasn't just the towering trees

whole. The light from the fading sun barely pierced the canopy, leaving them in perpetual twilight. It was as i

thick veil of trees. Once, it had been a thriving metropolis, home to scholars, merchants, and artisans. But no

aps and hidden dangers. The Order has likely sent spies here. We mu

nce. The gates were broken, the massive stone doors shattered as though something had forced

tepped over the threshold, her footsteps muffled by the thick carpet of moss and fallen leaves. She couldn't shake t

y, they reached a set of stairs that led underground. The entrance to the temple lay

hick with the scent of old stone and dampness. The walls were lined with strange ca

choing in the silence. He gestured to a

aited them in the depths of the temple, but she knew one thing for sure-t