Chapter 18 The Mistborn Wolves

• The glow of the dying flames faded into the distance as Lyra, Kylan, Ryan, and Kellan moved away from the scorched battlefield. The weight of their victory lingered in the air, but so did the exhaustion. Lyra’s legs felt like lead, and the weight of the fire guardian’s words still hung heavy on her mind.
• “We’re getting closer,” Kylan said, his voice low as he kept a watchful eye on the surrounding woods. The trees had grown denser, darker, as if the forest itself were bracing for something. The fire had been intense, but now the cool air felt chilling in contrast.
• Lyra glanced back at him, still feeling the faint hum of magic under her skin. The Heartwood’s power seemed stronger now, more responsive. It was as if each trial they faced was awakening something deeper inside her. But she also couldn’t shake the feeling that with each step forward, they were drawing closer to something far more dangerous.