Chapter 89: Shadows in the Mist
The mountains loomed like silent sentinels, their jagged peaks veiled in silver mist, the air crisp and sharp as if every breath they took carried the weight of ancient secrets. Luna pulled her coat tighter around her, the chill of early morning sinking into her bones, seeping deep into her soul. Each step forward felt like a step deeper into the unknown. The path Ryder had chosen was narrow and twisted, barely more than a trail carved into the earth by time, wind, and forgotten travelers.
They had been walking for hours now, speaking little, each lost in their thoughts. The exhaustion from the battle still hung over them, but there was no time for rest, no time for reflection. They had to keep moving, keep searching, because Luna knew—deep in the pit of
