ow darker, the shadows twisting and writhing like living things. Lyra felt like she was being herded toward some unknown fate, with no escape in sight. Kael's hand was still wrapped aro

ulder, expecting to see the guardian's imposing form looming behind them. But there was never anyone there. As the night wore on, Lyra found herself drifting off to sleep, lulled by the sound of the waterfall. But just as she was starting to relax, she felt a strange sensation - like someone was rummaging through her mind. Lyra's eyes snapped open, and she sat bolt upright. Kael was staring at her, his eyes narrowed. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice low. Lyra's heart pounded in he