Chapter 60 The Awakening

The night was thick with tension, the moon casting an eerie glow over the land as Isla stood at the heart of the settlement. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the sense of something ancient, something far older than the war they had just fought. Her skin tingled with the fire that still coursed beneath it, but tonight, it felt different. Tonight, the fire was restless—almost as though it were responding to something out there, calling her. Dominic stood beside her, his silent presence a steady anchor to her thoughts. His gaze swept over the horizon, where the dark shapes of the ruined city lay. The city that had once been the seat of power for the Council—now nothing more than a graveyard of broken dreams and shattered illusions.