Day 28: Lyrkon’s Journal

I woke up to the sound of rain. It’s been raining since early morning, and the sky looks so heavy it’s almost like the world is holding its breath. My stomach still feels tight from the hunt last night—empty but not quite gone. I remember Vex standing by the river, his voice low and urgent, saying something about the storm coming. He didn’t mean it to be a warning, not really. Just a whisper in the wind, like he’d been waiting for me to hear it. Now I sit here, trying to piece together what he said. Was it the storm? Or was it something else? I can’t stop thinking about it. The rain makes the air feel thick, and I wonder if the world is trying to tell me something. I hope it’s not too late to find the ruins again.