Chapter 92:
The Gathering Storm
Moonshadow Ridge was never truly still. Even in the calm hours before dawn, the mountains seemed to breathe with a slow, deliberate rhythm, carrying whispers of secrets long buried. Alexandra stood at the edge of the Heart’s cavern, the silver light of the crystals casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. The battle from the previous night still lingered in her muscles, a throbbing reminder of the Ridge’s raw power, but the calm she sensed now was uneasy.
She could feel it in every tremor of the ground beneath her feet: something was coming. A force older than memory, patient and relentless, moving through the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike. The Heart pulsed faintly against her chest, its energy warm and steady, but Alexandra knew
