urgency

The urgency in Emily's voice resonated through the quiet streets of Elmoor. With each passing moment, the weight of the revelation settled heavier on her shoulders. The relic pulsed softly against her chest, a constant reminder of the danger that loomed over them. Mara and Calem followed close behind, their faces pale in the dim light of the town. They had uncovered the truth of the Shadow Order, but now they were marked. Whoever the figure was, they wouldn't stop until they had the relic—and they had made it clear they were willing to do whatever it took to reclaim it.

"We can't go back to the inn," Calem whispered, his eyes scanning the streets for any signs of movement. "It's not safe."

Mara nodded in agreement. "They'll be expecting us to return there. We need to leave town before anyone else figures out what we're carrying."