Chapter 69

• The shadows deepened around Amara as The Harbinger’s voice reverberated through the clearing, an unnatural cadence that seemed to weave its way into her thoughts. She tightened her grip on her blade, her every instinct urging her to remain guarded. The artifact at her side pulsed faintly, its energy fluctuating like a heartbeat, as though sensing the tension between them.
• “You carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, Luna,” The Harbinger said, his shadowy form shifting as he stepped closer. “Yet you cling to an artifact that promises nothing but devastation. I can see the doubt in your eyes, the uncertainty in your heart. Allow me to ease your burden.”
• Amara squared her shoulders, keeping her blade steady. “I don’t trust you,” she said bluntly. “You speak of burden and doubt, but all you’ve shown me is destruction. Why should I believe you care about anything other than chaos?”