Aiden clenched the fragment in his hand, his Spirit Sense expanding outward like a radar. He could feel faint traces of the celestial energy within the fragment, a trail left by whoever—or whatever—had been carrying it.
"We're close," Aiden murmured. "The energy signature is getting stronger."
Kael glanced back at him, his expression tight. "Close to what, though? If they've been working with Abyssal and celestial forces, whatever's at the end of this trail won't be friendly."
"Which is why we'll hit fast and hard," Aiden replied. "We're not here to negotiate."
As they pushed forward, the faint hum of energy grew into a pulsing rhythm, like the beating of a second heart. The air turned colder, and a strange mist began to creep along the forest floor. Aiden's senses flared with warning; they were entering a heavily warded area.
