Chapter 103

• The moonlight filtered through the war room’s windows, casting long shadows over the maps and documents strewn across the table. Amara stood by the open window, the artifact cradled in her hands, its faint glow a steady presence amidst the turmoil. The room was quiet except for the faint rustle of papers and the occasional murmur from guards outside. A brief ceasefire had been negotiated to allow the factions to regroup, but the tension in the air was palpable.
• A sudden ripple of unnatural energy surged through the room, making the artifact’s glow intensify. Amara froze as a shimmering portal of shadow and light appeared in the center of the chamber. Her hand instinctively moved to summon her defenses, but a voice echoed through the room, stopping her.
• “Amara,” The Harbinger said, his voice smooth yet carrying a weight that sent shivers down her spine. His figure materialized within the portal, cloaked in darkness, his glowing eyes locking onto hers. “You don’t need to fear me. I didn’t come here to fight.”