Chapter 95

Kaelen

The first step onto the path feels like stepping into another world.

The rock beneath my boots isn’t just wet — it’s alive. Every surface hums faintly, pulsing like a heartbeat. The air grows heavier, thick with salt and the strange metallic tang of deep magic. The sea below moves with impossible precision, each wave rising and falling in rhythm, as though waiting for a command.

Maren walks