The next moment, Dydra found herself on a dead, silent shore.
A frown settled on her face as she slowly pushed herself up, her body still trembling from the ordeal. The air felt different here—heavier, colder. She recognized the place almost instantly.
Ashwood.
Her breath hitched. Was she truly here?
Her blue eyes lifted toward the sea, scanning the horizon—then she saw it. The pirate ship. Dark and looming against the water, its presence confirmed her fear.
She was in Ashwood.
Before she could gather her thoughts, the distant thunder of hooves shattered the eerie silence.
Dydra's head snapped toward the sound.
Riding hard across the barren land were the pirates—the same ones from Peakfall. Their figures cut through the mist like shadows, their movements urgent and purposeful.
Her heart leapt into her throat. She didn't know if they could see her… or if she was even truly there.
