The night hung heavy over the Northern Veil, shadows pooling like ink between the twisted trunks of ancient trees. Selara moved silently through the undergrowth, each step measured, each breath in harmony with the pulse of her Nightborne energy. The air was thick with tension, the scent of smoke and charred earth lingering from the previous clashes, and beneath it all, a current of something darker, sharper Kaelen's influence, stretching across the forest like a predatory wraith.
