Selene's POV

The Frostfang Mountains were unforgiving.

I had been climbing for three days. The snow was deep, the wind biting. My fingers were numb, my legs heavy with exhaustion. But I could not stop.

The relic was calling to me.

I felt it in my chest—a warmth that pulsed with every heartbeat. It was faint at first, barely noticeable. But as I climbed higher, it grew stronger.

Come, the relic seemed to whisper. I am waiting.

I followed the pull through a narrow pass, past frozen waterfalls and jagged cliffs. The path was treacherous, the rocks slick with ice. One wrong step and I would fall.

But I did...