The Frostspire Highlands stretched endlessly before them, jagged cliffs rising like the broken teeth of some ancient, slumbering beast. The cold wind bit at Kael and Morgana as they rode north, their horses navigating the uneven terrain with difficulty.
Kael felt the Heart's steady pulse within him, a faint rhythm that resonated in time with the fragment he now carried. It was both a comfort and a warning. The further they traveled, the more he could sense the Shadowsoul's presence—an ever-growing shadow on the edge of his consciousness.
Morgana broke the silence, her voice carrying over the wind. "I've been thinking about what Lyara said. About the Heart being more than a weapon."
Kael glanced at her, his face shadowed beneath the hood of his cloak. "You don't believe her?"