New bible

Previously

…Kael pointed to the horizon, where a faint golden light was rising. “There. That’s where the next spark waits. But the path is long, and Brother Thomas will not give up.” As if in answer, a horn sounded from the valley below—deep and urgent. The chase was not over. Elara clutched the New Bible. “Then we keep moving. One spark at a time.” They started down the far side of the mountain, the silver and gold lights mingling in the afternoon air. Behind them, the horn sounded again, closer now. Ahead, the horizon glowed with promise. And in the silence between their footsteps, a new voice—ancient and gentle—whispered from the silver orb: “The fire remembers. And it will not be forgotten.”