The ruins hum with an energy I can’t explain, a pulsing force that resonates deep in my bones. The stone archway looms before me, its ancient symbols glowing faintly, as if recognizing my presence. Every instinct in me screams that this place is alive, that it’s waiting for something—waiting for me.
Damien leans heavily on me, his breaths shallow but steady. His wounds may have stopped bleeding, thanks to Selene’s strange magic, but he’s far from recovered. I tighten my grip on him, my gaze flickering to Selene, who stands at the center of the ruins, her golden hair catching the moonlight.
She hasn’t spoken since she uttered that final, chilling word. War.
A shiver runs through me. I glance at Damien, but he’s lost in his own thoughts, his jaw clenched, his eyes shadowed with pain
