The Shadow Wastes stretched endlessly beyond the encampment's borders, a desolate expanse where the dead were long forgotten. Once, this land had been the beating heart of the Shadow Kingdom, but now, it was a graveyard of its past—a battlefield where thousands had perished, their bones left to the sands of time.
And tonight, three of them would rise again.
Nyx, Krux, and Aria had left before dawn, vanishing into the ruins beyond the Shadow Kingdom's shattered borders. The journey was treacherous, the air thick with lingering mana from spells cast centuries ago. The land itself rejected them, shadows curling and twisting unnaturally around their feet. It was no place for the living.
But they were not afraid.
They moved with purpose, silent but efficient, following the remnants of ancient battlefields where necromancers had once stood against the Solis Empire. It did not take long to find what they sought.
