The village lay quiet under a sky bruised with the last remnants of the dying day. The air was still, but the weight of the events inside the ruined temple pressed on Kael's chest like an invisible hand. He could still feel the lingering pull of the dark creature's presence, its malevolent power clawing at the edges of his thoughts.
Morgana walked beside him, her steps measured, but her eyes constantly scanning the horizon. She was on edge, Kael could tell. They had fought the shadows, but the real enemy still remained hidden in the deeper recesses of this ancient place. Neither of them had any illusions left about the task at hand—it was far from over.
"Do you think it's over?" Kael asked, his voice low.
