I sat at the edge of camp, the scroll containing the forbidden ritual tucked away in the folds of my cloak, while the sun dangled below the horizon.
This knowledge weighed upon my mind since finding it in the sacred lands-with words that seemed chiseled into my brain.
"Offer up that which is most precious." It is a phrase whose echo would keep on ringing, and I know all too well the choice that faces me will not be an easy one.
The air is cool tonight, and the stars start to come out one by one, but tonight, it is different. There's some sort of thin, silvery light that remains on the horizon.
It's as if the moon tugs on something deep within me, a soft tug, my gaze upwards. Suddenly, Amara cuts through the silence with an urgent undertone in her voice.
"Serafine, you need to see thi
