The wind changed the moment the ship crossed the boundary of Blackthorn Isle. Arios felt it before anyone said a word. It was heavier, not in temperature or speed, but in weight, almost as if the air was acknowledging the students who dared to arrive. The academy instructors had already warned them that the island was unlike any dungeon they had entered before. The island was a naturally formed territory with cores scattered within it, each core tied to the ecosystem and dangerous creatures that roamed freely.
