As Kaelen, Kelvin, and Eirana emerged from the Crucible, a bitter gust of wind blasted into their faces, carrying with it the scent of ash and blood. They had barely stepped into the open when the full scope of chaos unfolded before them.
The tranquil mountain sanctuary of the Nullcarvers—once a stronghold of peace and discipline—had become a battleground.
Black mist roiled across the sky like a living storm. It poured through broken wards and cracked runes, seeping through the very stones of the mountain. All around them, the once-holy courtyard was drowned in a haze of corrupted mana.
Through the fog, monstrous forms emerged—hulking, twisting, inhuman things with segmented limbs, lacerated jaws, and glowing eyes that shimmered like violet decay.
They weren't creatures of flesh or bone.
They were Mistborn Aberrants—beasts of the Leech, born of broken leylines and cursed souls. And they were everywhere.
