As we moved deeper into the forest we came across different stone structures, all of which followed the same pattern. Dad was right when he mentioned that Morax was a powerful being as we could feel the dark magic hovering over us, but not many knew how my body hummed whenever I came near even the smallest hint of magic. The hunger to devour that magic was blinding. But I had to keep this urge to devour the magic in control.
We came to a stop in front of a haphazard pile of rocks, an anomaly amid the various stone circles that we witnessed earlier. It was clear that this site was relatively new, as there were no obvious signs of lichen or moss on the stones. The air around us seemed charged with an unsettling energy, and I could sense a darkness that lingered in the shadows. But not like
