Three Days Later – On the Move
Luka and his group rode fast, following the flickers of memory and leyline tremors across the broken surface world.
Snow flew overhead, scanning the skies. Vaelrith thundered behind them, wings folded, massive as a moving cathedral.
They knew what to look for:
The final anchor was alive.
And it had only just begun to awaken.
Snow perched on Luka's shoulder, eyes narrowed.
"It's not just magical resonance. I'm tracking emotional bleed.""Fear. Loneliness. Sudden memory that doesn't belong to a child.""There's only one place near here that fits."
Gregor grunted. "Which?"
Snow turned his head.
"A village on the river's bend."
"Called Kellingroot."
Serene frowned. "That's barely more than a hamlet. Why hide something that important there?"
Luka answered without looking away from the road:
"Because no one ever checks the quiet places."
Kellingroot – Arrival at Dusk
Kellingroot was peaceful.
Too peaceful.
