The hall's heavy doors was opened and it revealed Headmaster Torin with his stormhawk, Veyra that perched on his shoulder, its crackling feathers casted sparks that fizzled in the air.
The Council followed, their beasts were, a crystal boar, a shadow wyrm, and others that filled the hall with an aura of power. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of incense and the hum of soulstream energy.
Torin's piercing eyes was locked onto the Tide's Crest, his voice was resonant with authority. "Your success in the Wastes has bought us time," he said, "but the Veil grows bolder.
Our scouts report was a new disturbance in the Abyssal Hollow, a sunken valley of two days east. It is not a full rift, but a fracture that is unstable, leaking dark energy that is corrupting the land. Beasts are turning rogue, and villages are reporting disappearances."
