Chapter 78 The Edge Of Chaos

• The night was silent, eerily so, as Meher and Ayaan stood at the edge of the southern plains. The full moon hung overhead, its light casting long shadows over the land. The air was thick with the scent of earth and magic, a strange tension in the air that made her skin prickle. She could feel it deep within her—the same sense of foreboding that had gripped her heart when the messenger had arrived.
• Something was coming, and it wasn’t just a force of nature. It was something darker, something ancient that had been stirred from its slumber.
• The leaders of the Four Kingdoms had gathered their forces, preparing for whatever threat loomed in the distance. The armies were well-trained, their weapons sharp, but Meher knew that the battle they were about to face wouldn’t be one won by swords alone. The Heartstone’s power was her only advantage, but even that felt unstable, a wild force she could barely contain.