The shadows moved.

Not like the remnants.

Not like anything Lyla had ever faced before.

This was older.

Darker.

Wrong.

Eli shifted beside her, blade raised. “That’s not a remnant.”

Jorah’s golden eyes narrowed. “No. It’s something worse.”

Dani exhaled, rolling her shoulders. “About time.”

Caelum didn’t speak, his silver gaze locked on the figure emerging from the trees.

It stepped into the torchlight, slow and deliberate.

Not twisted. Not ...