Chapter 12 Tracking The Artifact

The leader's laugh echoed in the chamber, a hollow, sinister sound that seemed to reverberate in every corner, bouncing off the cold, metal walls. Lila could feel the weight of his words pressing against her chest, suffocating her. The artifact—the very object that had brought them here—was now more than just a weapon. It was a force of destruction, and the leader held it in his hands. He had already begun to unlock its true potential, and Lila knew they were running out of time. The power within it, now fully unleashed, was unlike anything they had ever encountered before. It pulsed in the air like an ominous heartbeat, resonating with something ancient, something far darker than they could comprehend. Lila's heart raced in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her fingers still tingled where she had once held the artifact; the energy it had shared with her now burned into her skin, reminding her of the dangerous connection she had to it. She wasn't just a bystander in this battle—she was part of it. And if they failed now, the consequences would be catastrophic.