The growl rose again, closer this time, and the mist below the platform began to churn violently, as though something enormous was gathering itself for one final, terrible ascent."He's not done," Torren said, voice tight, dragging himself upright despite his wounded leg. "That fall should have crippled anything else. It barely slowed him.""He's ancient," Joy said, still catching her breath, the prize chest heavy and solid against her side where she refused to set it down. "Decades, maybe centuries older than any of us. A fall from here isn't enough to finish something like that."Kian pulled himself fully upright, favoring his torn shoulder, eyes hard and fixed on the swirling mist below. "Then we finish it a different way.""How?" Alys asked, glancing between the small, exhausted group and the vast drop where the Omega still lurked, unseen but undeniably present. "Everything we have left, we've already used. Joy can barely stand, you're bleeding from three places, and the rest of u
Última atualização : 2026-08-02 Ler mais