Capítulo 16: Whispers in the Dark
The forest was quiet again, but this time, it was a foreboding silence that weighed heavily on Liam and his team. They moved cautiously through the underbrush, their earlier encounter with the corrupted still fresh in their minds. Liam's senses were on high alert, each rustling leaf or snapping twig setting his nerves on edge.
Elena walked beside him, her sword still faintly glowing from the heat of her fire affinity. "If this Whisper is playing with magic like that," she began, her voice low, "we're dealing with something far more dangerous than mercenaries and bandits."
Liam nodded, his grip on Solblade tightening. "It wasn't just magic—it felt... alive. Like it was feeding off something."
Elena frowned, her brow furrowed in thought. "What could drive someone to use that kind of power?"
"Desperation," Liam said simply. "Or greed."
Their conversation was cut short by a shout from one of the scouts ahead. "My lord! Over here!"
Liam and Elena exchanged a glance before hurrying to the source of the commotion. They found the scout kneeling by a body partially concealed in the underbrush. The corpse was twisted unnaturally, its face frozen in an expression of terror. Black veins spiderwebbed across its pale skin.
"Another victim of the corruption," Liam muttered, kneeling to get a closer look. He activated Eye of Revelation, hoping to uncover some clue about what had happened. The skill revealed faint traces of dark magic lingering around the body, similar to what they'd seen at the altar.
"This isn't random," he said, his voice grim. "Whoever did this was testing something. And they're leaving a trail."
Elena's gaze hardened as she looked at the corpse. "Then we follow it."
The team pressed on, the tension mounting with each step. The trail led them deeper into the forest, where the trees grew denser and the light barely penetrated the canopy. The air grew colder, and a faint, almost imperceptible hum seemed to vibrate through the ground.
"Do you feel that?" Elena asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Liam nodded. "It's coming from up ahead."
As they moved closer, the hum grew louder, resolving into a low, rhythmic chant. The team slowed, their movements becoming almost silent as they approached the source of the sound. They emerged at the edge of another clearing, this one dominated by a large stone structure. The runes carved into its surface glowed faintly, pulsing in time with the chant.
A group of robed figures surrounded the structure, their voices rising and falling in unison. At the center of the group was a hooded figure holding a staff that radiated dark energy. Liam's instincts screamed danger.
"We've found them," Elena whispered. Her hand tightened around her sword. "What's the plan?"
Liam's mind raced as he assessed the situation. "We need to disrupt whatever they're doing before it's completed. But we can't charge in blindly—they'll tear us apart."
Elena nodded. "What do you need?"
"Cover me," Liam said. "I'll use Shadow Step to get close to the leader. If we take him out, the spell should collapse."
Elena didn't hesitate. "You've got it."
With a signal, the team spread out, positioning themselves around the clearing. Elena stepped forward, her flames roaring to life as she launched a fireball toward the nearest robed figure. The explosion shattered the chanting, and chaos erupted.
Liam activated Shadow Step, vanishing in a blur and reappearing behind one of the cultists. Solblade struck true, cutting the figure down before they could react. The leader turned, his hood falling back to reveal a gaunt, pale face marked with black tattoos.
"So, you've come to meddle," the leader hissed, his voice unnaturally distorted. "The Whisper warned us about you."
Liam didn't respond. He lunged forward, aiming for the leader's chest, but the man raised his staff, creating a barrier of dark energy that deflected the strike. The force of the impact sent Liam staggering back.
"You are nothing compared to the power of the Whisper," the leader sneered. He raised his staff, and tendrils of shadow shot toward Liam.
Liam reacted instinctively, summoning Phantom Guard. The spectral shield appeared just in time to absorb the attack, the tendrils dissipating as they struck the barrier. He pressed forward, using Shadow Step to close the distance again.
Meanwhile, Elena was a blur of fire and steel, cutting through the remaining cultists with precision. Her flames lit up the clearing, casting eerie shadows on the stone structure. The rest of the team held the perimeter, keeping any fleeing cultists from escaping.
Liam clashed with the leader again, their weapons sparking as they collided. Each strike sent shockwaves through the air, the sheer force of the dark magic making it harder to maintain his footing. But Liam's Battle Instincts kept him one step ahead, allowing him to predict the leader's movements.
"You don't understand," the leader rasped, his eyes wild. "The Whisper's plans cannot be stopped. You are merely delaying the inevitable."
"Then I'll delay it as long as I can," Liam shot back, his voice filled with determination.
He feinted to the left before pivoting sharply, driving Solblade into the leader's side. The man let out a guttural scream as the blade pierced his barrier and struck flesh. Dark energy exploded outward, knocking Liam back and sending the leader to his knees.
Elena was at Liam's side in an instant, helping him to his feet. The leader coughed, black ichor dripping from his lips as he glared at them. "You think this changes anything?" he spat. "The Whisper is already moving. You are too late."
Liam stepped forward, his gaze steely. "We'll see about that."
With one final swing, he ended the leader's life. The stone structure trembled, the runes fading as the spell collapsed. A low rumble echoed through the forest as the clearing fell silent.
The team regrouped, their expressions a mix of relief and exhaustion. "What now?" Elena asked, her voice steady despite the strain in her posture.
"We report back to the fort," Liam said. "And we prepare. This isn't over."
Elena nodded, a flicker of determination in her fiery gaze. "Then let's make sure we're ready for whatever comes next."
As they began the trek back, Liam couldn't shake the leader's final words. The Whisper was already moving. But where? And how much time did they have?
One thing was certain—this was no longer just about bandits or corrupted creatures. This was war, and it was only beginning.
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