Chapter 21
The forest was alive in a way that made the hairs on the back of Eli’s neck rise. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig, every whisper of wind seemed deliberate, intentional, like the forest itself was aware of their presence. Shadows flickered unnaturally between the trunks, twisting with a life of their own. The mist clung to the ground, rolling and curling in eddies that obscured the undergrowth, wrapping the trio in a haze that made the forest feel both infinite and suffocating. The pulse of the Heart had grown from a soft thrum beneath their feet into a raging tide of energy. Each step made the ground hum and vibrate in rhythm with it, and Eli could feel it thrumming in his veins, racing in sync with his heartbeat. It wasn’t memory anymore—it was living energy, a current of po
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