Chapter 13

The spire’s shadow stretched long across the barren expanse as the twin suns dipped below the horizon. Ayla stood at the threshold of the structure, her reflection shimmering in its obsidian-like surface. Her chestnut hair, damp with sweat, clung to her neck, and her pale blue eyes shimmered with a mixture of determination and unease. Dirt streaked her cheeks, and the faint glow of the terminal in her hands illuminated her delicate features.

Beside her, Ravyn-9’s imposing metallic form seemed almost too perfect against the natural ruggedness of the landscape. His sleek, gunmetal-gray frame caught the faint moonlight, and the faint glow of his luminous eyes betrayed a depth of emotion he wasn’t supposed to possess.

His voice, smooth and resonant, broke the silence. “You’re hesitating.”

Ayla’s grip tightened on the terminal. “I’m thinking,” she replied, her voice sharper than she intended.