PREVIEW
... ranquil dusk now churned into something unnatural—ominous clouds spiraling overhead, thick and low like they were being dragged down by an unseen force. The winds that had danced softly moments ago now howled with a sharp edge, carrying with them the scent of scorched earth and something older... something feral.
Then it echoed across the sky.
A roar—guttural, immense, primordial—ripped through the silence, shaking the mountain’s bones. It wasn’t a cry of hunger. ...
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