Chapter 105

Chapter 105 Kaleos's POV We rode in silence. There was something sacred in the hush that followed our decision. Not fear. Not even anticipation. But the quiet breath before the plunge, the moment when destiny steadied its bow and took aim. The path to the Star Shrine had once been a pilgrimage trail—well-marked, bordered by ancestral oaks, with resting stones carved by the old druids. Now, the land itself rejected the memory of its past. With every step, the world buckled. One moment we were trotting through grass-kissed glades, the next we moved across a fractured plane where roots floated above our heads like tentacles. Light bent strangely here. Esra warned us not to look too long at the sun—“It might blink,” she said once, and we didn’t ask what she meant. Callista rode beside me, her bow unstrung, but her fingers never far from the quiver. Her wolfhound, Grith, padded silently along the side, hackles raised since the moment we crossed the first distortion. Ruvan was muttering to h