#MBTACChapter26 — The forest seemed to breathe around us, the air heavy with moisture and an unnatural silence. Even the usual rustling of leaves and chirping of crickets seemed muted. Nimbus padded quietly at my side, his golden eyes scanning the surroundings with an eerie alertness. Timothy led the way, his movements precise and cautious, his hand hovering near the dagger strapped to his side. Lyra trailed behind us, her staff glowing faintly as she muttered incantations under her breath, weaving protective wards into the air. “Remind me again why we’re heading into the woods at night?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Lyra glanced back at me, her expression grim. “Because the shard reacts strongest here. The forest has always been a nexus for strange energy, but tonight it

