The sun was absent for a long period of time, leaving only the shrouds of twilight to illuminate the desolate wasteland.
Kaito and Nyra trekked across the devastated ground, their steps slow and resolute as they made their way towards a distant line of mountains.
The mood was tense, and though they had escaped one battle, both were aware that the peace they enjoyed at the moment would not endure for long.
A low, almost silent hum resonated through the ground beneath them, causing Kaito's backbone to shiver. He stood rigid, eyes fixed on the shattered ground. Something was amiss with the vibration, as if the world itself was attempting to get his attention.
"Feel that?" Kaito asked, voice low and defensive.
Nyra did not respond immediately, but her hand instinctively went to the hilt of her own sword. Her posture shifted, becoming vigilant.
"I did," she answered, voice even. "It's a disturbance in the air. Someone or something is coming.".
