Chapter 1: The Call of the Relics
The further we traveled into the Wastelands, the louder the storm whispered. It wasn’t just noise anymore—it was calling me, pulling me toward something I couldn’t see. Zeal said it was the relics, ancient pieces of the world before the storm, scattered like bones across the land. According to him, they weren’t just remnants of the old world—they were the key to controlling the storm.
I wasn’t sure if I believed him. But I couldn’t deny the pull. Every time we found a new piece, I felt stronger, more connected. It was like each relic awakened something inside me, something raw and dangerous. Zeal was convinced that if we gathered enough of them, we could end the storm. But the way he talked about them… it wasn’t just about saving the world. It was about power. And I wasn’t sure how far he’d go to get it.
Jax didn’t trust him. Hell, I didn’t trust him. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that the relics were important—maybe even more important than Zeal realized. So we kept moving, following the ancient maps and legends, chasing the storm.
