The silence that followed the storm of shadows was deafening. Even the wind seemed to hesitate, as if the world itself was holding its breath. I leaned against Elias, still trembling, but not just from the fight—my mind was a whirl of betrayal, revelation, and the raw, unfiltered rage that came from knowing someone I had trusted had been orchestrating this all along.
“We can’t stay here.” Elias muttered, his voice low but steady, snapping me out of my spiral. He scanned the horizon, muscles tensed, as if the land itself might erupt with another threat at any moment. “We need to regroup, heal, and plan our next move. They won’t wait for us to be ready.”
I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. Every instinct screamed for vengeance, I didn’t know who against just yet, but I knew he was
