The Whispering Maps of Roma Land

Previously

…But as the image solidified, Helene also noticed something else. A shadow flickered at the edge of the Great Crystal, a fleeting distortion in the light. Her blood ran cold. She knew that shadow. “He’s here,” she whispered, her voice tight with fear. “Vane!” The vast chamber, moments before filled with wonder and promise, now felt charged with a dangerous tension. The beautiful hum of the crystals seemed to take on a more ominous tone, and the dazzling light felt like a spotlight, exposing them. Helene gripped Orion’s leg, her knuckles white. The race was not over. It was far from over.