Nevara
The road wasn’t on any map.
Kael had confirmed it twice—once against the digital grid and again against the satellite overlay—and both times it came back the same. The path didn’t exist unless you already knew where to look for it.
Which meant it had been hidden intentionally.
And that meant whoever lived out here didn’t want to be found.
The SUVs moved slowly beneath the canopy, tires crunching over uneven dirt and stone as the forest closed in around us. Branches scraped softly along the sides of the vehicles, the sound sharp in the otherwise suffocating quiet. Even the air felt heavier this far north, thicker somehow, like the land itself had settled into something older than the world we were used to.
I watched the narrow path stretch ahead of us, barely visible beneath th
