Echoes of the past

The den’s silence was suffocating, broken only by the rhythmic beat of Timbre and Xavier’s hearts—each thud reverberating like a drum signaling the onset of battle. The shadows cast by the flickering flames seemed to dance with a life of their own, twisting and writhing as if they were the physical manifestations of the fears and doubts that plagued them both.Timbre could feel the ancient power surging through her veins, growing stronger with each passing moment. It was a terrifying sensation, like standing on the edge of an abyss and staring down into the darkness, knowing that one wrong step could send her plunging into the unknown. But she also felt a strange sense of peace—a quiet certainty that, despite the danger, she was where she needed to be.She could sense Xavier’s turmoil as if it were her own, his emotions a tangled web of fear, anger, and desperation. The bond between them was a living thing, pulsating with a life of its own, drawing them closer even as the storm outside