Chapter 122

Third Party Point of View:

The moment Lorkas felt the surge of ancient magic ripple through the ley lines of the land, his eyes snapped open.

The wind howled around the shattered ruins he called his sanctuary, thick with shadows and death. Bones littered the ground, cracked and blackened from years of decay and forbidden rituals. The corrupted heart of the forest pulsed faintly beneath his feet—a