Mass release 3/5 we are almost there, please magic castle support.
The cold wind of night was unforgiving, stale, and gnawing at the skin. It was the kind of wind that carried whispers of doom, the kind that seeped into bones and left behind an eerie chill. Many would have preferred to spend such a night in the comfort of a warm bed, with a cup of tea and a thick blanket to shield them from the elements.
But in this world, who had that kind of luxury?
Even kings and queens had come to understand the futility of seeking comfort in sleep. Rest was no longer a luxury; it was a weakness. In a world teetering on the edge of chaos, what mattered most was vigilance. Eyes that never closed. Minds that never wandered.
Especially for those who carried the title of adventurer.
