Selene and Lila rode into the night, the hooves of their horses muffled by the soft earth. The moon was full and silver, it lit their path, but as the forest deepened, its glow faded. It got darker and darker until even the stars disappeared above them.
They rode for what felt like hours, the only sound the steady rhythm of breath and hoofbeat.
Eventually, Selene pulled the reins and brought her horse to a stop. Lila followed suit, her brows furrowed in concern.
They were alone in the darkness.
No signs. No markers. No direction.
The Faction never met in the same place twice—that much Selene knew. But the message she had received had offered no clues. No map. Just a single mark in crimson ink: the sigil of the Faction.
They had reached a dead end.
~How do we find them?~ Lila asked,
