The ruins were silent.

111 wind had stilled.

But Lyla’s heart had not.

The whisper’s presence had faded, but its message remained.

It had been watching her.

Waiting.

And now

It had finally spoken its intent.

It wasn’t just a shadow of the past.

It was something alive.

Something that wanted her.

And Lyla knew

This wasn’t over.

It was just beginning.

Mason rubbed his face. "Okay, someone explain to me why we’re always dealing with some ancient ...