The ancient ruins lay shrouded in eternal mist, deep within the fractured borderlands where the territories of the three races bled into one another.

For months, the unlikely trio had tracked rumors, prophecies, and shattered relics across war-torn fields and forgotten temples.

The conflict between vampires, witches, orcs, and speakers had already devoured countless lives.

Only one being was said to possess the power to end it — an ancient entity sealed away long before any of their bloodlines had drawn their first breath.

A low rumble echoed through the crumbling stone chamber as the final seal cracked.

Lane and Camila instantly crossed their arms and turned away from each other with synchronized huffs of disgust.