Echoes of the Forgotten God

Previously

…Zeo took a step forward, their shadowed gaze fixed on Elara. The blade gleamed, reflecting the eerie light. Elara felt a surge of cold dread, but it was quickly overshadowed by a burning anger. He would not let them hurt Lyra. He would not let them interfere. He raised his hands, not towards the slumbering god, but towards the encroaching shadow. The air between them began to warp, to distort, as if reality itself was straining under the immense pressure of his unleashed power. He was no longer just the key. He was the storm. And the storm was about to break.