As they walked in uneasy silence, Calista's words echoed in Zafron's mind. The mists hung heavily, thickening around them like a warning.
Then, a thunderous roar shattered the silence, rumbling through the ground and the fog. Both of them froze, instincts honed by years of danger kicking in.
Zafron positioned himself for any attack, his eyes darting through the haze. But Calista's face had gone white.
"No way…" she breathed, taking a step back. "It can't be."
Zafron looked at her sharply. "Calista, what is it?"
"Is that....?" Before she could complete her statement, the roar came through once again.
"It's the... it's the Voidreaver," she whispered, almost in disbelief, her gaze fixed forward, as if trying to confirm what her ears were telling her.
Zafron's brow creased, a mixture of confusion and tension on his face. "Voidreaver? What the hell is a Voidreaver?"