The moment his boots touched the soil of Ilis, Galen Magna felt it—a heavy, nauseating weight in the air that slithered over his skin like oil. It was a presence he knew far too well. Though twisted and corrupted, it bore the same rancid soulprint he had felt before from Eliv and the other generals. But this one... this was thicker, older, and more rooted in something grotesquely ancient.
Without hesitation, Galen's pupils flared into burning coals as Ember Sight activated. The world shifted into hues of thermal intensity—pulsing shapes, radiant silhouettes, hidden truths unveiled through the veil of heat. And in a seamless, fluid motion, he lifted off the ground.
