Kaen moved swiftly through the ancient forest, his boots brushing against the wild grass and leaves underfoot. Draka's orders had been clear, he was to summon the seer known only as Apollo. She was no ordinary mystic. Apollo was a relic from the old world, a being who had walked the earth for centuries and had witnessed kingdoms rise and fall. Her sight, it was said, reached into the unseen, the forgotten, and the yet to be.
The journey was long, but Kaen made no complaints. Time was a luxury Draka no longer had.
At last, they reached a stone walled cottage buried deep within the forest’s heart. There was no need to knock. The door creaked open before Kaen reached it. Apollo stood in the doorway, cloaked in deep indigo robes, her hair cascading down like moonlight.
“I know why you’ve co
