Amara’s hands shook as she pushed herself up from the ground, her vision swimming with pain and confusion. The Keeper’s form had disintegrated before her eyes, its ancient power turning to dust, leaving nothing but a memory of what it once was. She felt a chill of despair settle in her chest as she looked at the now-ruined entrance of the temple.
The figure stood before her, its eyes burning with the intensity of a thousand suns. It had been toying with them, pulling them closer and closer to this moment, and now it was here. No more hiding, no more running. It had her. And there was nowhere left to go.
The figure’s voice, low and ominous, cut through the stillness. “You think you could outrun fate? That you could alter the course of destiny? No, Amara. You are part of a much larger desi
