KIERAN'S POV
It was late at night, the chilly wind brushing against my skin as I stood at the edge of the town, staring at the towering silhouette of Clique Mountain. The night was quiet, almost still, save for the distant rustling of leaves. I closed my eyes, and instantly, I felt Clique's presence, deep and ancient, vibrating through my very core.
"You have settled well in Iona," Clique's voice echoed in my mind, its tone both proud and comforting.
A sense of warmth spread through me as if the mountain was embracing me. I nodded, feeling the weight of our connection strengthen. "Iona is home now," I whispered back, knowing that Clique could hear every thought and every feeling within me.
"The Tatian babies have been born," Clique continued its voice like a low rumble of the earth beneath my feet. "I have felt their power."
