The Bridge shimmered like a fragile dream, a glowing ring of ancient runes and interwoven vines that pulsed with magic. It was beautiful, Elandriel thought, but also terrifying in its fragility. The portal’s surface flickered with instability as the ley lines beneath […]

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The sky over Aldarin was a deep, bruised purple, streaked with cracks of glowing red light that pulsed like broken veins. The ley lines—the ancient rivers of magic that once thrummed beneath the earth—were failing, their energy destabilizing the very fabric of […]