The darkness in the cavern shifted again, swirling around them like a living thing, tightening with every passing moment. The air felt thick, charged with the anticipation of what was to come. Kael stood at the edge of the abyss, the Source still whispering to him from its depths, calling to him, promising power beyond imagining.
Morgana stood beside him, her eyes narrowed as she studied the vortex. She could feel the pull too—the weight of the decision that loomed ahead. This was it. This was the moment where everything they had fought for, all the pain, the blood, and the loss, would either mean nothing or everything. They would either break the chains that bound them to the world, or they would shackle themselves to something far worse.
