The northern reaches of the Wyrm’s March have gone strangely silent. Miners and travelers report nights when the stars vanish from the sky, leaving only a vast, empty dark that swallows sound and thought alike. Even the wind has stopped moving there, and those who stray too close return pale and shaken, unable to recall what frightened them so deeply. The elders of Gath Tekul call it the Hollow Sky — a place where the world itself has forgotten how to breathe. Lately, the stillness has begun to spread, creeping closer with each passing night. Torches refuse to burn, echoes die before they reach the cliffs, and whispers of “a hole in the world” drift along the trade roads. Now, the village seeks anyone brave enough to venture north and uncover what lies at the heart of the silence before the March itself is swallowed by it.