Control
Press and hold the left mouse button or tap and hold the screen, then drag to draw a slicing line and cut through the food.
description
The sun dipped below jagged peaks as Arin tightened her grip on the relic. Its pulsating glow illuminated carvings of a forgotten tongue—words that whispered of cataclysm. She traced the grooves with a calloused finger, each symbol searing itself into her memory. Distant howls echoed through the canyon, but the real threat lay in the artifact’s weight; it thrummed like a caged storm. Her horse snorted, sensing the shift in the air. Arin shoved the relic into her saddlebag, leather straps creaking under its unnatural heat. Shadows lengthened across the salt flats, twisting into shapes that defied the fading light. By midnight, the border forts would spot her absence. By dawn, the Chancellor’s hounds would be on her trail. She dug her heels into the stallion’s ribs, racing not toward sanctuary—but into the teeth of the storm.
