As Zahra and Kael stepped out of the ancient chamber, the amulet’s light dimmed slightly, as if sensing the weight of their hesitation. The corridors of the ruined temple echoed with silence, broken only by the soft whisper of the wind as it moved through the cracks in the stone.
Outside, the sky was shifting—clouds swirling as if the world itself was responding to the presence of the amulet. Zahra felt the pull again, not just from the artifact, but from something older, deeper—something embedded in the very bones of the earth beneath her feet.
“We need to find the Oracle,” she said at last, her voice steady despite the chaos swirling inside her. “If anyone knows what this amulet truly means… it’s her.”
Kael nodded, his gaze scanning the horizon. “She lives beyond the Veilwood, doesn’t
