The next morning came with a chill.

The woods felt different, heavier, quieter, watching.

I hadn’t slept. My mind stayed tangled in visions and memories that weren’t mine alone anymore. I had inherited something sacred. Something dangerous. And now, two men who once stood on opposite sides of me were suddenly walking beside me.

We traveled west, heading toward the base of the old Silver Howl Cliffs. There were whispers of an ancient Luna shrine hidden in the rocks, one that could ...