Alexa smiled, sharp as a shard of glass. She unspooled a thin copper wire from her wrist-compass, touched it to the stone, and let the thought sing through her bones. Other hunters would sell that whisper for a fortune. She would use it to track the living sage who had once studied here—the one who had left a piece of their soul behind.
She wasn't here for relics. She was here for what the relics remembered. sage hunter alexa
She stood, dusted her knees, and followed the invisible scent of rain across the desert. Alexa smiled, sharp as a shard of glass