Chapter 93:
Echoes of the Forgotten
The Ridge had grown restless. Even as dawn broke over the peaks, painting the forest in gold and amber, Alexandra could feel the tension in the air—a low, insistent hum that vibrated through the earth itself. The victory over the shadows had been significant, but Alexandra knew that the battle had merely unveiled a deeper threat. Something ancient, patient, and cunning stirred in the depths of Moonshadow Ridge, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Ethan walked beside her as they made their way down the winding trail from the Heart’s cavern. He was silent, his expression troubled, and Alexandra sensed his unease even without words. “What is it?” she asked finally, breaking the quiet.
Ethan glanced at her, eyes scanning the mist-shrouded trees arou
