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 world shifted.
It was subtle at first—a tremor in the ground, a flicker in the sky, a whisper in the wind. But it grew stronger, more insistent, a pressure that built against Clek's mind like a physical weight.
"What's happening?" Aria's voice was sharp with alarm. "Clek, what's happening?"
"I don't know." His voice was flat, hard. "But I'm going to find out."
He moved through the garden, his senses alert, the bronze coin blazing in his hand. The tremor grew
