Chapter 88

• The night was quiet, the kind of stillness that always made Amara uneasy. The artifact rested on the table before her, its faint glow illuminating the room. Amara reached out, her fingers brushing against its smooth surface, and the familiar hum vibrated through her skin. She closed her eyes, hoping for clarity, but instead, the world around her shifted.
• The vision hit her like a tidal wave, pulling her into a scene that was both foreign and terrifyingly familiar. She stood on the edge of a ruined battlefield, the air thick with ash and the cries of the fallen. At the center of the destruction was The Harbinger, his cloaked figure radiating a malevolent power that seemed to warp the very fabric of reality around him.
• The corrupted twin hovered in his hands, its dark energy swirling violently as he channeled its power. Beside him stood Rita, her eyes glowing with the same corrupted energy, her laughter echoing across the desolate landscape.