Chapter Nine

The spiked cliffs lingered over Clara and her companions, their edges sharp and precluding against the obscuring sky. The air was thick with tension and expectation as they drew closer to the rough outcrop, the Heart of Nyx beating with an unusual energy that reverberated profoundly inside Clara's soul.

Clara felt an imperceptible drag toward the cliffs, as though the land itself was whispering privileged insights that she may listen alone. The image carved into the stone was unmistakable, a symbol of power and fate interwoven.

“We’re definitely in the right place,” Ethan murmured, his eyes scanning the rock face for any sign of danger.

Liam nodded, his expression serious. “We should proceed with caution. The Shattered Cliffs are known for their unpredictability.”

Marcus moved to stand beside Clara, his presence a comforting anchor amid the uncertainty. “Do you feel it too?”

Clara nodded, her gaze fixed on the cliffs. “Yes, it’s like the Heart is calling out to this place. There’s s