The world was quiet for a long time after our return.

Kael and I walked through valleys that glowed from the inside, rivers whispering in strange languages, forests breathing with slow light. Everything was alive, but not like before it was dreaming awake.

The dream we left behind had not died. It had fallen with us.

And from its pieces, something new began to grow.

We first saw them near the old Iron Howl ruins.

At dusk, a faint glow moved between the trees. Not fire. Not spirit. ...