Chapter 83: The Path to Answers
The temple’s walls shook, the ancient stone struggling to settle after the battle that had just taken place. Dust and loose debris trickled from the cracks above, the remnants of power still humming in the air. The seal had been restored, but the damage had already been done.
I wasn’t the same.
The Forgotten One had left its mark on me, and no matter how much I wanted to believe we had stopped it, I felt the truth pressing against the edges of my mind. The connection wasn’t severed. It was lingering, waiting, growing.
I took a deep breath, pushing the thought aside. Dwelling on it wouldn’t help.
Michael was already moving, stepping away from the altar and toward the temple’s entrance. “We don’t have time to waste,” he said. “The archives are in the
