The moon was now high above them, casting its cold light over the desert as the group traveled deeper into the barren land. Sena's thoughts were heavy, consumed by the revelation Caelum had shared. She was the key to finding the Moonmark fragments—the shattered remnants of the Goddess's power. But with that power came an even greater weight: the Temple was already hunting her, and she had no doubt they would stop at nothing to see her destroyed.
As the night deepened, the wind picked up again, howling through the canyon walls, sending clouds of dust into the air. The other riders remained silent, focused, their faces hidden beneath hoods and scarves. They were a tight-knit group, bound by a common cause, but Sena could sense the tension between them. The weight of their journey had alread
