The Celestial Heist

Chapter 257: Whispers on the Wind

The battle’s aftermath left the Crossroads bathed in an eerie silence, broken only by the soft rustling of the wind through the stones. The stars shimmered overhead, as if indifferent to the chaos that had just unfolded below. Naya, Kael, Vira, and Korrin gathered amidst the fading traces of magic, each struggling to catch their breath.

Kael sheathed his sword, though the weight of the battle still hung on his shoulders. “We stopped the ritual,” he said, more to himself than anyone else. “But that figure’s words... What did they mean?”

“They said the storm never truly ends,” Naya whispered, her fingers trailing over the ground where the possessed figure had vanished. The air still held a strange tension, as if the storm’s presence had only retreated beneath the surface.

Korrin winced as he brushed dust off his armor. “I don't think that was a warning,” he muttered grimly. “It was a promise.”

Vira crouched beside them, her sharp eyes scanning the darkened horizon. “There’s something bi