"You bring the scent of the heavy air," the Dienegdfg spoke, its voice sounding like grinding tectonic plates.
As Kaelen reached the 10,000-foot mark, the Rar' began to speak. The wind didn't howl; it vibrated, humming a low, rhythmic frequency that settled in his marrow. Then, the shadows began to move independently of the light. Dienegdfg rar
The creature tilted its head, its form stabilizing into a mockery of a human face. "The Rar' does not give back what it has claimed. But it does offer a trade. To see her, you must become like us. You must shed the weight of your blood and the density of your memories." "You bring the scent of the heavy air,"