The air in the forest grew heavier with each step, the mist thickening around them like an oppressive cloak. Cyril kept a close eye on the path ahead, his mind still spinning from the conversation with Ivy. The weight of her words—the Breakers, the prophecy, the truth—felt like a tightening noose around his chest. He had barely begun to understand what he was caught in, and now he was being dragged deeper into a storm he couldn't outrun.
Ivy moved silently beside him, her steps light and purposeful. Despite the urgency, there was a calmness to her demeanor that both unsettled and intrigued him. She was more than just the woman from his dream. She was the key to something much larger, and he had no idea how far that something reached.
They hadn't spoken much since their departure, both of
