The wind shifted as they crossed the southern ridge, cold and dry, brushing over the obsidian crests of the kingdom's outermost watchtowers. Behind them, the lights of the Shadow Kingdom shimmered like scattered embers, flickering against the deep blue of night. Ahead, the land dropped steeply into a jagged scar of blackened stone, soot-streaked cliffs, and silent ridges—Emberwatch Pass.
It was not a place spoken of fondly.
