Lana and Elowyn walked through the field, surrounded by purple flowers. The air was filled with the scent of roses and a hint of lavender, while the sun blazed mercilessly overhead.

“How much farther?” Lana panted, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. “I can’t keep going. I need water. It’s way too hot.”

Elowyn sighed. “Not much farther. We don’t have time to stop.”

Lana shot her a surprised look. The sharpness in Elowyn’s voice caught her off guard. “Fine, I won’t say anything,” she muttered, folding her arms as she picked up her pace.

Let her be the one to keep up with me in this ridiculous heat.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind swept through the field. Elowyn came to an abrupt stop.

“Lana, stop.”

Oh, now I have to stop? Yeah, sure.

“Lana, I’m serious. Stop messing around. There’s something wrong with this wind.”

Elowyn’s eyes darted around anxiously, scanning the area.

Lana rolled her eyes but stopped anyway. “What do you mean, something wrong with the wind?”

Then she felt it too. A strange shiver ran through her body, like tiny electric sparks crackling in the air.

What the hell is this? she thought as she cautiously stepped toward Elowyn.

Then, everything went silent. Suddenly, as if someone had turned off the sound of the world.

“Elowyn?” she called, but her voice came out muffled, almost swallowed by the air around them.

Elowyn’s eyes widened in fear. Behind her, a swirling mass of dark smoke came rushing toward them, the wind shifting into a storm of deep purple and black.