Chapter 95 Unraveling The Threads

The night was still and silent as Isla and Dominic stepped out of the temple, the air thick with the remnants of magic that still lingered in the atmosphere. The artifact, now dormant and lifeless in her hands, no longer held the same sinister pull. It had been a battle—a battle against not just the artifact's power, but against the darkness inside her. But she had come through it, stronger than before. Yet as they walked through the temple’s crumbled ruins, there was a quiet unease that lingered. Isla couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, like the world was holding its breath, waiting for the next inevitable storm. She could sense it in the way the air tasted, in the oppressive silence that surrounded them.