Bab 130: Echoes of the Past    

Horizon sat by the flickering bonfire, staring into the flames as they danced against the night sky. The crackle of burning wood was soothing, a temporary respite from the unrelenting desert.

Across from him, Velvet was keeping a close watch on Damon, Ford, and David, her eyes narrowed in distrust. It was clear she didn't trust them, and honestly, Horizon didn't blame her.

This alliance was fragile, held together by mutual goals rather than genuine camaraderie.

Inside the tent, Aria and the rest of the group were taking the first shift of rest. The soft murmur of their breaths was almost drowned out by the whistling wind, which carried a chill now that the oppressive heat of the day had given way to the cold desert night.

Horizon's gaze was pulled away as Seraphina approached, her steps light on the sand. She wore a gentle smile, the kind that softened her usually sharp features.