Chapter 77 The Gathering Storm

• The air was thick with tension as Meher stood before the leaders of the Four Kingdoms. Their eyes were filled with a mix of reverence, awe, and uncertainty. They had known of the prophecy, of the darkness that threatened the balance of the realms, but the reality of what had been sacrificed to restore that balance was only just beginning to sink in.
• Meher felt their gazes upon her like an unbearable weight. She had always known the path she walked would not be easy, but now, with the Heartstone’s power flowing through her veins, she could feel the magnitude of the responsibility that lay ahead. The balance had been restored, but that didn’t mean the world was safe. Far from it. The very magic that had once supported the realms now seemed unstable, fragile, as if it could unravel at any moment.
• Ayaan’s presence beside her was a constant reassurance, but even he couldn’t shake the worry that flickered in his eyes. They had faced the darkness together before, but now, the threat wasn’t as simple as a looming enemy. The balance was a living thing, and it could be disrupted just as easily as it had been restored. They were standing on the edge of a precipice, and the future seemed uncertain.