Magnetism

During her travels, Nimue had witnessed her fair share of odd occurrences- but a moonless and starless night, with the entire continent shrouded in an oppressive cloak that reeked of danger? That was a first. The desire to find shelter for the night was instinctive, and peaked when the tremors started. They grew more violent with each passing hour, the ground seeming to convulse beneath her paws, like a living, writhing creature in agony. But her sanctuary kept her safe until the morning, which revealed perhaps the oddest event thus far.

A vibrant, ominous red glow was cast across the sky, spreading as far as she could see. A foreign territory appeared in the West, and Nimue felt herself gravitating towards the terrain, as if some celestial, magnetic tug was pulling her. Tall stone spikes, taller than any tree she’d seen, extended into the crimson sky, their surfaces weathered by years of sun exposure. Years. But she’d never seen this place before. How was that possible?

"Nimue Vasanti"