Chapter 87 – Whispers Of The Flame

• Night fell soft and wide over the desert.
• The heat of the day bled away into a cool hush, and the dunes shimmered faintly under the moonlight as though dusted in silver. Around the ancient temple, the air still carried a low hum — the heartbeat of the newly awakened Flame.
• Lucia stood outside, letting the wind tug at her hair. The sky stretched endlessly above her, pricked with unfamiliar constellations now faintly glowing gold instead of white. She realized, with quiet wonder, that even the stars had changed their song.