Draven had left the fight behind or so he told himself.
He walked the Roman road south, its stones cracked, grass grown thick between them. Every milestone he passed bore scratches the Storm-ring carved into the stone by unseen hands.He carried grain, not a sword, now.
Yet the silence unnerved him.No birds sang. Only the hiss of wind through abandoned villas. When he reached the crossroads, he saw a figure ahead cloaked, unmoving. He called out.
The figure didn’t answer, and when he drew closer, there was nothing there. Only a carved mask nailed to a post, grinning red beneath the twilight.This scene is part of “The Hollow Years – When the Eagles Fled.”⚡
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