Mated to the Alpha CEO
Aria walked with her eyes half-closed, following the line's energy, murmuring directions when the path grew uncertain.
By midday, they reached the first marker: a stone obelisk half-buried in a dune, its surface carved with runes that matched those on the Black Mountain. Mera's team had been here; a small banner with the Western Pact's silver tree fluttered from the obelisk's peak.
"They passed through yesterday," Aria reported, reading the signs. "The outer wards are being prepared. We should reach the temple by nightfall."