THE LAST RESISTANCE: RISE OF THE HOROS

Previously

…As they exited the car, Elias felt a prickle of unease. The shadows here seemed deeper, more watchful. He glanced back towards the city, a sense of dread settling over him. The Horos was coming, and the clock was ticking. He had an artifact, a reluctant ally, and a growing understanding that the fate of the world rested on his ability to decipher a language that spoke of stars and cosmic tides, a language that had been buried for millennia, waiting for its next terrifying dawn. The void was closer than he thought.