(Juliana's POV)
The realization settled over me like a storm cloud, its weight pressing against my chest. The Keeper. The words felt foreign and overwhelming, yet they thrummed in my veins as if they had always been a part of me.
"We can't stay here," Jaxon said, his voice slicing through the silence. His blue eyes were sharp as they swept over the temple's interior. "The witches will know we've been here. If they don't already."
I nodded, my thoughts a whirlwind of fear and determination. The visions had shown me fragments of the past—images of battles and destruction—but they also held something else: hope.
"We leave at dawn," Hak said, his tone calm but commanding. "Rest now. You'll need your strength for what's coming."
The night passed in tense silence. Sleep didn't come easily,
