The Chronicle of Ange

Previously

…The encounter with the griffin had been terrifying, but it had also given her something more valuable than a map: a glimpse into the heart of the darkness she was facing. The sorcerer was not simply a villain; he was a broken soul. And perhaps, just perhaps, her naive compassion was not a weakness, but the very weapon she needed. Taking a deep breath, Ange adjusted her satchel and turned her face towards the north. The Whispering Peaks loomed in the distance, their jagged summits shrouded in mist. The path ahead was unknown, perilous, and shadowed by the sorcerer’s darkness. But Ange had taken her first step, and she would not falter. The river, weeping silver tears, awaited.