Chapter 90

• Amara stood at the edge of the storm, her heart pounding as the vortex of dark energy churned before her. The corrupted artifact—the dark twin—hovered at its center, radiating a malevolent power that made the air crackle and pulse. The storm lashed out with chaotic tendrils, tearing at the ground and sending waves of energy crashing in all directions. Every instinct told her to turn back, to retreat to safety, but she tightened her grip on the artifact at her side. There was no turning back now.
• Xander stepped up beside her, his jaw set and his sword ready. “Are you sure about this?”
• “No,” she admitted, her voice steady despite the storm. “But we don’t have another choice. The longer we wait, the stronger it gets.”