Third-Person POV
David’s study felt like the heart of a storm—charged, tense, and brimming with the weight of decisions that would shape their future. Ancient scrolls lay unrolled across the polished mahogany table, their faded ink illuminated by the golden glow of the chandelier. Maps covered in red markings surrounded the group like warning beacons.
David stood at the head of the table, arms folded, jaw set with determination. “We’ve uncovered more in the past few days than I ever expected,” he began, his voice steady but shadowed with concern. “The prophecy. Your powers. The ancient shadow. Everything points to a confrontation we cannot avoid.”
Alex sat close to Riley, still pale from the intensity of her recent transformation. Even exhausted, there was a fire behind her eyes. She st
