Chapter 4 — Whispers of the Past

Lea

The air in the Old Ruins was heavy with the scent of moss and history, the crumbling stones whispering tales of a forgotten past. I stepped carefully over the broken paths, the Moonstone Amulet pulsing rhythmically against my skin, a reminder of the ancient magic that coursed through me. Luke walked beside me, his presence both comforting and unsettling, a reminder of the shadows that lingered between us.