CHAPTER 86
A Century Ago
Irene was caught in a storm of her own. Days had passed since Marcus had given her the relic and she was stuck in a dilemma as a storm brewed on the surface.
She had dreamed of the relic long before Marcus gave it to her. The moment he displayed the relic to her, she had flashbacks of a dream she’d had for the longest time. It was not clear at first but the shape had been there, hidden beneath ash and bone, pulsing softly in the darkness behind her eyelids.
It was always the same dream: A woman being held by the throat and holding a carved weapon in her hand, surrounded by light, and stabs it into a man’s chest, and almost immediately, the scene changes to something else.
Turns to an empty and silent battlefield, the sky was the color of blood, split by red
