The fire had long since died, but Amara remained awake, staring into the dark. Her mind raced with the figure's ominous words. *The balance is already breaking.* The weight of her new role pressed heavily on her shoulders, and for the first time, she felt powerless. Could they truly have set something into motion that was beyond even her new abilities?
Kirin and Elias had long since drifted into a restless sleep, but she couldn't bring herself to close her eyes. Every time she did, she saw the figure's pale, inhuman face and the dark promise etched into its cruel smile.
