Chapter 89: The Child and the Whispering Dark

Nightshade had faced war.

They had faced blood.

They had faced betrayal, curses, priestesses, assassins, witches, and nightmares.

But this?

This was different.

This wasn’t an enemy you could swing a sword at.

This wasn’t something claws could tear apart.

This wasn’t a foe you could strategize against or rally warriors to face.

This was the universe itself… shifting.

And it started with a boy holding his mother’s hand too ...