*Ailith stepped off the weather-beaten carriage, her sturdy boots sinking into the oozing, stinking mire of the forsaken village. The damp, earthy aroma wafted through the air, a rank mixture of decay and wet soil that clung to the inside of her beak mask. It was the smell of a dying land, teeming with unseen death.* *Her dull green eyes swept over Black Hollow’s barren remnants. Structures once filled with life now stood hollow and abandoned, their wooden facades rotting in the relentless on...