CHAPTER 100:

The control panel in front of Rylan Quinn emitted a soft, rhythmic pulse, casting pale blue light across the dim cavern. His gloved hand hovered over the panel, fingertips brushing the smooth surface. In the distance, the subterranean depths of Kralkis echoed with the low hum of the Skurrian chants—a sound that intertwined defiance and dread, reverberating off the bioluminescent moss clinging to the jagged rock walls. The glow of the moss, faint but steady, pulsed like the heartbeat of the ancient earth, a living testament to the endurance of the Skurrians’ way of life.

They were preparing for war.

At the edge of the ravine, Rylan stared into the shadowy expanse, his piercing blue eyes scanning the labyrinthine te