Despite the dim glow of the fire, the chill of the night on the rock soaked into their bones. With her palm resting on the hilt of her blade, Zara kept watch at the edge of the camp. Everything she could think of was the artefact, a formidable mystery Doran had described. Their survival, the distribution of power, and even their dismal future could all be altered if it were real.
With cautious but silent steps, Kael joined her. He gave her a mug of herbal brew that was scorching hot. His voice was firm yet gentle as he added, "You'll need your strength tomorrow."
Zara looked into the darkness and said, "I'll sleep when we're off these cliffs." We're more than just climbing rocks, if Doran is speaking the truth. We are entering a realm beyond ourselves.
Kael frowned as he turned to face Doran, who was sitting by the fire and talking softly to Lyra and Elara. "Are you sure you trust him?"
"I have no faith in anyone here. However, we cannot afford to ignore him if he is aware of the situ
