The plains behind them were a wasteland of ash and dust, the remnants of the tower scattered like forgotten relics of a bygone age. Kael and Elena stood in its shadow, the bond’s energy still coursing through them. Every pulse brought with it a strange duality—a sense of power and an overwhelming responsibility.
“This is the second time we’ve walked away from something that should’ve killed us,” Kael said, his voice tinged with a mixture of awe and disbelief.
Elena smirked, though her exhaustion was evident. “Maybe the bond has more faith in us than we do.”
Their moment of respite was cut short by a sudden tremor that rippled through the ground. Kael steadied himself, his hand instinctively reaching for his sword. The bond flared, a warning that something was coming.
“Do you feel that?
