THE LAST RESISTANCE: RISE OF THE HOROS

Previously

…The late afternoon sun had dipped below the horizon, plunging the room into twilight. The shadows, once comforting, now felt menacing, populated by unseen watchers. Elias’s heart hammered against his ribs. He was no longer just a historian chasing a myth. He was a target. And the Horos, whatever it was, had just become very, very real. The unease that had been a low thrum for weeks now surged into a cold, sharp fear. He was no longer on the verge of a discovery; he was in the middle of a fight, and he had no idea who his allies were, or how much time he had left. The artifact pulsed beneath his hand, a silent, enigmatic promise of both answers and peril.