The journey back to the safe house was as harrowing as their flight from the monastery. Every rustle of the wind through the trees, every crack of a branch underfoot, sent jolts of adrenaline through their bodies, keeping them on edge. The weight of the codex in Morgana's arms was more than physical—it was a constant reminder of the danger they had unleashed and the knowledge they now possessed.
The sun was setting by the time they reached the cabin, the golden light casting long shadows that seemed to twist and writhe with a life of their own. Ethan felt a shiver run down his spine as they approached the door, the sense of being watched growing stronger with every step.