The Artifact’s Warning

Amara awoke to the artifact shining more brightly than ever, its hum resonating with urgency. She reached out cautiously, a sudden shock racing up her arm. James stepped into the room, worry etched on his face. "What's going on?" "It's trying to warn me," she murmured, her voice quaking. "I think… I think my time here is limited."

James's face hardened with resolve. "Then we'll find a way to stop it." Amara shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "What if stopping it means losing everything? Losing you?" James enveloped her in his embrace, his voice calm yet filled with emotion. "Then we'll confront it together. No matter what." The artifact throbbed in her grasp, its light casting strange shadows around the room. Amara felt its energy surging through her, as if it were alive—and waiting.