The Hollow Realms

uch are the first to bre

the village

es licking rooftops, swallowing memories, and turning everything familiar to ash. Through the chaos, Elara stood hidden in the

hispered urgently. But Elara co

em-figures clad in silver masks, their fac

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ing everything in their path like it was mere

l blues, fierce golden lights of desperate joy trying to protect what littl

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