Chapter 92 The Shifting Sands

The cold wind whipped through the barren northern plains, carrying with it the scent of ancient earth and untold secrets. Isla stood at the edge of the crumbling cliff, the dark expanse of the unknown stretching out before her. Beneath her feet, the ground was a patchwork of frozen stone and patches of snow, and above her, the sky was an unforgiving shade of grey. The chill of the air seeped into her bones, but it wasn’t the cold that made her shiver—it was the sense of something watching her, something that she could not yet see. Dominic was beside her, his presence a steady force against the growing unease that she felt deep in her soul. His hand brushed hers, a silent reminder that they were in this together, whatever lay ahead. But even his touch couldn’t dispel the tension in the air. The scouts had reported the discovery of the artifact—an object from the time of the ancient ones—and the very fact that it had been uncovered sent ripples through Isla’s core. She couldn’t ignore the nagging thought that this was no ordinary find.