Chapter 61 The Shifting Shadows

The sun rose with a hesitant gleam, its rays piercing through the remnants of the storm. Isla stood at the edge of the clearing, the once-overwhelming weight of the sigil now something she could carry. The fire within her had not dimmed, but it no longer roared like a tempest. It hummed, contained, but still present, a constant reminder of the power she held and the price she had paid. Dominic stood beside her, his quiet presence a reassurance in the aftermath of the battle with the figure. He hadn’t let go of her since the fight, and though he’d given her space, his eyes never strayed too far. It was as though he was silently guarding her, waiting for the next challenge, the next test.