Dark clouds swallowed the stars, and the air thickened as if mourning what was to come. The shadowy figures of the Coven witches emerged from the hills, riding beasts twisted by dark enchantment—horned hounds with glowing eyes, vultures with skeletal wings, and obsidian serpents slithering across the scorched earth.
Kairen's pulse quickened. His fingers trembled—not from fear, but anticipation. Something inside him stirred, old and ancient, itching to awaken.
Ahcehera placed a hand on his arm. "Don't open the seal. Not unless you have no choice."
Kairen nodded. "What if I already feel it unraveling?"
"Then hold on. To me. To who you are."
