The sea roared against the cliffs as Jude stood at the edge of the village, gazing out at the horizon. The distant outline of another island loomed through the mist, a jagged shadow against the dawn. It had been days since they had stabilized the nexus, but the island's energies still pulsed with unease, as though a deeper disturbance lingered beneath the surface. The Keeper's final words haunted him, chaos, it had claimed, was inevitable. Jude couldn't shake the feeling that the victory in the chamber had been only a small step in a much larger struggle.