The bronze coin blazed with an impossible light.
Clek stood in the garden, his mother's spirit fading like morning mist, the power of the Keeper surging through his veins. The coin was warm, alive, pulsing with a rhythm that matched his heartbeat. It was more than a symbol now. It was a weapon. A legacy. A promise.
And then, the darkness came.
It erupted from the shadows without warning—a wave of cold, suffocating energy that swept across the garden, extinguishing the light, smothering the warmth. The bronze coin flared, pushing back against the darkness, but the force was overwhelming.
Clek felt the ground shift beneath him, the world tilting sideways. He tried to move, to fight, but the darkness was too strong, pressing against his mind like a physical weight.
And then, he heard a v
