Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Gathering Storm

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As days passed, the Children prepared for whatever was coming. They strengthened their connection to the Mothers, seeking wisdom and guidance in their efforts to maintain the fragile balance of the cosmos. But the Void was patient. It waited, biding its time as the Children unknowingly played into its hands.

Jorah: (sharpening his blade, eyes narrowing) "I don't like this. Waiting for something we can't even see..."

Lyra: (nodding) "But we can't strike against something we don't understand. We need more information. Ayla, what do you think?"

Ayla stared into the vastness of space, her expression unreadable. The Void had been speaking to her in her dreams—calling her. She had yet to tell the others, not wanting to alarm them until she was sure.

Ayla: (softly) "We wait... but we prepare for the worst."

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