The damp chill of the forest wrapped around Lena as she and Kieran trekked toward the ruins that supposedly held the second relic. Shadows danced through the trees, shifting in ways that made her uneasy. The fractures in reality were spreading, growing more erratic, and the ominous energy she felt near them now lingered everywhere. “What exactly are we looking for?” Lena asked, her voice cutting through the rustle of leaves. “A ceremonial artifact,” Kieran replied, his tone clipped. He didn’t meet her eyes, his focus trained ahead. It wasn’t the first time his evasiveness unsettled her. Since they’d retrieved the first relic, he had grown quieter, more distant. Worse, Lena’s visions had become more frequent and vivid. Now, they weren’t just about the entity. She was seeing fragments of

