Chapitre 35: Something Wicked This Way Comes

Arthur lumbered through the cracked ground of Cinderspire Gorge, his claws leaving deep furrows behind him as his horns throbbed. The white blip on his [Map] pulsed steadily, drawing him deeper into the heart of the gorge, and with each step, the glowing runes on his horns flared brighter. The pressure in his skull mounted—a dull, relentless throb that grew sharper the closer he got. It wasn't just discomfort; it felt as if something was pulling him, beckoning, demanding his presence. His vision blurred slightly, and he could feel the pulse of ancient energy resonating with his very core.