Chapter 11 The Collector's Mark

The rain had returned, harder this time, slicing through the night like needles. Elira and Kian stood beneath the ruined bus stop, the kind that hadn't worked in years. The glowing shard pulsed in Elira's hand like a heartbeat.

"We don't have much time," Kian muttered, wiping the rain from his face. "If the Seer's right, he's already closing in."