The sky split with a deafening roar, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis.
Glass shattered. Fire swallowed the streets. And in the middle of it all, Amara's heart hammered against her ribs.
Her parents were gone. Her house — gone. And somehow… she was still breathing.
She remembered the whisper. "They found us."
Her father's voice. A warning she never understood… until now.
Running through smoke and debris, she didn't feel fear. Only a strange clarity. Survival wasn't luck. It was destiny.
Her legs carried her through the chaos. A black car skidded nearby. She ducked. Something metallic brushed her arm. Not blood. Just debris.
Then she saw it — a symbol burned into the wall across the street. The same one her father drew in her notebook countless times.
Her heart skipped. This wasn't an accident.
She had survived, but the hunt had only just begun.