Chapter 92

Chapter 92 Seraphina's POV The canyon walls rose like jagged teeth, casting long shadows over the winding path below. We moved in silence, our convoy small but determined. Only Kaelos, Callista, and a handful of Blackthorne’s finest rode with me. The rest remained stationed at our forward camp, ready to move if we didn’t return by dusk. As we rode deeper into the canyon, I could feel the magic in the air shift. It wasn’t just old—it was ancient. Rooted in the bones of the earth. The wind carried whispers that weren’t truly sound, more like memory. Echoes of rituals long buried. Kaelos slowed his horse beside mine. "It’s close. I can feel the seal calling." "Then we don’t have much time," I said. "The Order wouldn’t wait for us to arrive if they weren’t ready. They’re trying to break it open." Callista, riding ahead, signaled for us to halt. She dismounted, crouching beside a patch of disturbed sand. Her fingers brushed across a sigil burned faintly into the ground. "This is fresh. Less