Chapter Twenty-Six
The mountains rose like jagged teeth against the horizon.
Cold wind cut through the night as Lyra and I followed Selunara across the dark valley. Ardent Vale burned behind us, its fading glow barely visible now through the smoke that drifted across the plains.
Hours had passed since Varakoth vanished into the sky.
Neither of us spoke much during the journey.
There was too much to think about.
Too many questions with no answers.
The corrupted crystal in the Titan’s chest replayed in my mind again and again. The way its power had warped. The way the seal had shattered like glass.
Lyra walked beside me, quiet for once.
That alone told me how serious things had become.
Ahead of us Selunara moved like a streak of silver light through the darkness, guiding the path t
