The mountain loomed like a sleeping god.

Aria stood at its base, wind tugging at her cloak, eyes narrowed at the jagged peaks shrouded in mist. The Broken Seal behind them had only been the beginning. Mara’s true anchor—her final tether—was buried deep in the heart of Mount Umbryn. And now that the spirit gate had fractured, time was bleeding. The worlds were overlapping faster. Spirits walked through stone. Wolves howled at moons no one else could see.

And Aria knew: they had to act ...