Day 13: Kron’s Journal

The river stones are whispering tonight. I can’t stop thinking about what Vex said to me by the water. It wasn’t words, really. Just that heavy silence in the air when the stones stopped moving—like the world holding its breath. My stomach’s still a little too full from the last hunt, but the hunger’s gone now. I don’t know why I keep going back to the ruins. The fog’s thick, but the stones feel different here—like they’re waiting. Lyxar’s hands were shaking when we talked, and his shadow’s twitching like a trapped thing. I told him to move his hands, but he just stared at the ground. His fear’s the same as mine. The stones aren’t just rocks—they’re alive. And they’re warning us. I don’t know what’s coming next, but I’m tired. The crickets are singing, and the sky’s so big. Maybe I’ll dream of the river again. Maybe I’ll find the answer before the morning comes.