The night stretched out before us, thick with an eerie silence. The moon, a swollen crimson orb, loomed overhead, casting a dim glow over the forest. Every shadow felt heavier, every sound sharper, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
We had reached the outskirts of the old ruins where Elias Thorn was said to be gathering his forces. The once-grand temple, now nothing more than a skeletal reminder of its past, loomed in the distance, its stone pillars fractured and covered in creeping ivy. But power still pulsed from the ground, ancient and restless.
I could feel it in my bones.
Callum moved beside me, silent as ever, but I could sense his unease. Kieran, a few paces ahead, was tense, his fingers flexing as if itching for a fight. He hadn’t spoken much since the revelation abo
