CHAPTER 97:

The faint hum of the bioluminescent moss pulsed gently, casting an eerie glow on the crumbling stone walls of Kralkis' subterranean depths. Rylan Quinn's gaze lingered on a shattered console embedded in the rock—a relic of a long-forgotten civilization, its cracked screen flickering as if trying to transmit a message from the past. The ruins around him seemed alive, breathing with the weight of history, as if the very stones were witnesses to the impending confrontation.

From the shadows, the haunting symphony of the Skurrian people reverberated through the cavern, a mixture of dread and defiance that sent chills down Rylan’s spine. Their voices, echoing fr