Chapter 70 The Shifting Shadows

The air in the cavern was thick with the scent of ash and smoke. Isla stood still, her heart pounding in her chest, as the echoes of the battle faded into an eerie silence. The man—the one who had come to claim her, to use her—was nothing but dust now. But even in victory, a dark sense of foreboding lingered in the pit of her stomach. The sigil on her palm, once a burning mark of power, had settled into a faint, almost imperceptible glow. It wasn’t gone. It wasn’t finished. But for the first time in what felt like forever, it was at rest. The flames inside her were no longer raging like an uncontrollable storm, but the calm was unsettling. What came next? Was this really over?