Sasha’s POV
The ground shuddered beneath our feet.
Not a warning.
A roar.
The temple cried out like a dying god—ancient, furious, and collapsing under the weight of what we had awakened. My flames still licked at its bones, devouring centuries in a breathless inferno. The air heaved and twisted around us, thick with heat and panic. Runes that had glowed moments ago—etched with memory and blood—shattered one by one in brilliant bursts of golden light, like stars dying in a sky of stone.
The walls cracked. Pillars split down their spines. The ceiling moaned like it remembered pain—real pain—like it mourned the return of war.
“Alex…” I breathed, barely a gasp, my voice lost to the fury.
He didn’t speak.
He grabbed my wrist. Hard. Firm. Alive.
“Run.”
We ran like hunted things through
