The packhouse was alive with movement, but it wasn’t chaos. It was the rhythm of preparation…controlled, focused, steady. After the relics had been found and secured, our focus shifted entirely to training.
The clearing behind the packhouse was bathed in the pale light of early morning. Dew clung to the grass, sparkling like tiny stars, and the air carried a crisp chill that made every breath feel sharp and clean. Asher, Kaelen, Kaelric, Gage, Arlo and I stood in a loose circle, facing each other, the sun catching on our marks and making them glow faintly. Even the air seemed different today…heavier, charged and almost alive.
“You’ll feel it soon.” Eryx said quietly, standing a few paces away from us. His silver eyes scanned the sky, then the forest beyond the clearing. “The Eclipse is c
