Chapter 67 The Unseen Enemy

Isla sat in the dimly lit room, the weight of the sigil still heavy on her palm. The fire within her simmered, a constant, restless presence that pulsed beneath her skin. She had grown accustomed to it, but it didn’t make it any easier to bear. The power was there, always, like a coiled serpent, ready to strike at any moment. She could feel the eyes of the Exiled upon her. The others were whispering in hushed tones, discussing their next moves, their strategies, but Isla couldn’t focus. The words felt distant, hollow, as though they were coming from another world. She was caught between two realities—the one she had once known, and the one she was becoming.