Ethan's POV
While I flew toward the Stormveil Shroud, the familiar and foreboding sight greeted me once more. Flickering arcs of dangerous black lightning danced through the swirling, ominous clouds, their menace palpable. The dark clouds churned with a malevolent energy, eager to strike down anyone daring to intrude upon the upper heights of Ebonspire Peak.
I reached into my spatial ring and pulled out a black dragon badge, its surface polished to a mirror sheen. Placing it on my hand, the badge flared to life, forming a black barrier etched with intricate golden runes.
The protective shield surrounded me allowing me to pass through the Stormveil Shroud unscathed. Yet, despite the safety it offered a shudder ran through me as I remembered the history of this ancient formation.
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