The Hollow Realms

uch are the first to bre

the village

panicked, piercing the heavy

s licking rooftops, swallowing memories

small fingers clutching the edge of her mother's cloak,

hispered urgently. But Elara co

em-figures clad in silver masks, their fac

ionl

ing everything in their path like it was mere

ul blues, fierce golden lights of desperate joy trying to protect what litt

e. No mark. No gl

t suppose

and stared. No spark. No flicker of feeling. Jus

one of the

shattered, her journey just beginning. Somewhere deep in the forest, a hidden path