Chapter 12
Climbing higher, they noticed carvings etched into the crimson rock. Symbols of warriors, magical creatures, and fragments of shattered lands glowed faintly under the sunlight.
"These are warnings," Mira said. "Of an ancient war… and shards lost in battle."
Lyra traced the carvings with trembling fingers. Memories flooded her mind—visions she hadn't lived: heroes falling in firestorms, magical shards ripping reality apart.
"Why am I seeing this?" she whispered.
Kaelen shrugged. "Maybe the shards choose who sees them. Maybe it's trying to warn you."
Lyra shivered. The shard she carried pulsed violently, as if acknowledging her connection to this ancient history.
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