The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the desert landscape. The camp was quiet, save for the occasional whisper of the wind stirring the sand. Sena sat on a large stone, her eyes fixed on the moon as if it might reveal something hidden—something important, something she couldn't quite reach. The memories of her training were fresh in her mind, the flickers of her power still lingering, but now, there was something else—something deeper that called to her.
Caelum had been quiet for the past few days, more so than usual, and Sena noticed the tension in his movements. His eyes were always scanning the horizon, his mind clearly elsewhere. But there was a shift in the air tonight, a heaviness that couldn't be ignored. Something was coming. She could feel it deep inside her,
