Chapter 119 - For The Light

The moment of peace didn't last.

A sudden shift in the air sent a shiver down Lucas's spine.

The birds stopped chirping. The wind stilled. Even the oxen pulling the wagons let out uneasy snorts, their hooves dragging as if sensing something unnatural.

Lucas's instincts flared.

Lena noticed it too. Her teasing demeanor vanished, her grip tightening around his arm. "Something's wrong."

Before he could respond, a shadow flickered along the treeline.

Then another.

Then—

They were surrounded.

A dozen figures in dark, flowing robes emerged from the foliage, moving with precise, unnatural grace. Their faces were obscured by deep hoods, and in their hands, they carried weapons—curved daggers, short spears, and wickedly hooked blades.

Primordial Order.

Lucas had heard the name before. A fanatical group obsessed with balance, equilibrium, and the eradication of anything they considered a deviation from the "natural order."