THIRD PERSON POV
Amelia’s fingers trembled as she adjusted the twin pendants around her neck.
The Cave Of Whispers loomed ahead—a towering structure carved into the side of a jagged mountain.
Its dark stone walls glistened faintly in the thin morning light, etched with runes that seemed to shimmer when touched by the rising sun.
The air was heavy, charged with the magic protecting the ancient fortress.
“This place feels alive,” Liam muttered, his usual lighthearted tone replaced by quiet awe.
“It is,” Killian replied, his silver eyes scanning the entrance. “The magic here is older than any of us. It’ll test us before it lets us in.”
Amelia swallowed hard, her grip tightening on the hilt of her dagger. “I’m ready. We don’t have a choice.”
The entrance to the Cave was marked by an
