Thayne, Naya, and Serena stopped at the Isle of Protection.
“It’s too corrupt,” Thayne muttered, his gaze scanning the swirling dark spells twisting through the air. He searched for the entrance and finally spotted it, but Naya’s voice made him pause.
“Why isn’t Lirvana here?” she asked, frowning.
Serena’s eyes caught something on the ground. “Look, those are Lirvana’s weapons… and blood?” Her voice sharpened. “What is she playing at now?”
Naya crouched beside the spot, sensing the thick air. “Something attacked her,” she said quietly. “It’s possible she’s dead.”
“Dead?” Serena stammered, her throat tightening. “Then why are we even here? Whatever killed her could kill us too!”
Thayne turned toward her, calm but firm. “How sure are you that she's dead?”
Serena glared, uneasy. “Can’t
