Elara led Kael to a hollow tree with a crack running through it like a scar. Inside, something shimmered.
A crystal.
It pulsed like the pendant—only colder.
Kael reached for it. The moment his fingers touched it, a blinding flash ripped through the air.
Memories not his own crashed into him.
A sword.
A battle.
A woman screaming his name—
And a dark king cloaked in flame.
He fell to his knees.
Elara was already moving. "That was the first. There are six more."