Unsettling shadows swirled on the rocky cliffs as the little light of morning spilt across the ragged horizon. The gang had hardly slept, the tense atmosphere in their temporary camp reflecting the dangerous trek that lay ahead. Standing on the edge of the plateau, Zara looked around for any indications of movement. Kael was beside her, adjusting his equipment, his face harsh but resolute.
Zara whispered, "They're closer than we think," so as not to wake the others. "I sense it."
Kael glanced in her direction. Their ultimate goal is that artefact. We cannot afford to make any blunders if Doran is correct about its strength.
Elara woke up behind them, her knife already in her hand, as though she had never really allowed herself to unwind. Following in silence, Lyra scrawled calculations and possible routes on a soiled piece of parchment, her analytical mind whirling.
With his shoulders bowed, Doran sat aside from the others. He was burdened with secrets, and his anxious looks towards t
