Chapter Twenty-Four
The storm above Ardent Vale roared like a living thing.
Lightning ripped through the sky again and again, illuminating the burning city in violent flashes of white light. Thunder rolled across the valley so loudly it felt like the mountains themselves were cracking apart.
And at the center of it all stood Varakoth.
The Titan towered above the ruined streets, its wings spread wide as the storm gathered power around its massive body. Dark energy spiraled upward from the creature like smoke rising from a volcano.
Lyra and I ran straight toward it.
Every instinct inside my wolf screamed that this was a terrible idea.
But there was no other choice.
Selunara flew ahead of us, her silver aura blazing through the smoke and darkness like a falling star.
“We do not have
