Chapter 73 Whispers Of The Past

• The silence after the council meeting lingered like a thick fog, pressing against Meher’s chest as she walked with Ayaan toward their temporary encampment. The leaders of the Four Kingdoms had agreed to work together—an uneasy alliance forged by desperation and necessity. But even as they made plans for the future, a dark cloud of uncertainty loomed over them all.
• Each kingdom had its own struggles to face, each realm its own obstacles to overcome before they could truly unite. The Heartstone had brought them together, but it was not enough. They needed more—answers, understanding, and a plan of action. But the darkness that threatened them all was an enigma, and every attempt to unravel its mystery only seemed to draw them further into the unknown.
• Meher’s mind raced with questions, doubts, and fears, but one thought kept returning to her: the Heartstone. Its power was undeniable, but it was also cryptic, shifting like the winds themselves. It felt alive in her hands, pulsing with a rhythm that she could not fully comprehend. There was a deep connection between the Heartstone and the realms, one that spanned beyond time, beyond the very elements themselves.