The Gathering Storm

Elira

The tension in the square was truly suffocating, so thick it fiercely clung to my skin like smoke after a fire. The crowd of angry villagers stood completely frozen, their faces pale, their breaths shallow as Kael’s deep fury radiated like pure fire.

His jaw was tightly clenched, his broad shoulders squared, his eyes burning with a barely contained rage that made even the strongest warriors instantly step back.

I reached out instinctively, my hand brushing his arm ...