The figure’s voice was steady, the words reverberating in the air as if the earth itself acknowledged their weight. Tyler froze, his mind caught between a thousand questions and the urgency of the moment.
“Within her?” he repeated, his grip on Amara tightening. “What does that mean? Who are you?”
The cloaked figure stepped closer, the darkness around it swirling like a living shadow. Its features were obscured, yet an undeniable authority radiated from its presence.
“That is for you to discover,” the figure said, its tone neither harsh nor kind but resolute. “The balance hinges on her survival… and on your choices.”
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Amara stirred weakly in Tyler’s arms, her eyelids fluttering. She mumbled something, her voice too faint to understand. Tyler leaned closer, desperate to hear her word
