Queen of Supernatural
She gasped and pulled her hand back, heart racing.
Damian steadied her again, his thumb brushing over her wrist. “What did you see?”
“The past,” Mia whispered. “Or maybe… a warning.”
They pressed on, the mist thickening with every step. Hours seemed to bend, stretching and folding. When they finally broke through the treeline, the cliffs yawned before them—vast, jagged stone plunging into a sea that roared like a beast chained too long.
The ruins were carved directly into the cliffs, half-swallowed by waves that crashed and hissed below. Dark arches, broken pillars, and shattered statues stood like silent sentinels.
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