As Emily and Lyra walked through the Shadowlands, Emily couldn't shake off the feeling that they were being watched.
She glanced around, but saw nothing but the dark, twisted trees and the shadows that seemed to move of their own accord.
"What is this place?" Emily asked Lyra, her voice barely above a whisper.
"This is the heart of the Shadowlands," Lyra replied, her eyes scanning the surroundings.
A place where the shadows are thickest and the power is greatest.
Emily nodded, her eyes wide with wonder. She could feel the power of the shadows coursing through her veins, calling to her.
As they walked, the trees grew taller and the shadows deeper.
Emily felt a sense of trepidation building inside her, but she pushed on, determined to uncover the secrets of the Shadowlands.
Suddenly, Lyra stopped in her tracks, her head cocked to one side. "Do you hear that?" she whispered.
