Chapter 35 Shadow In The Hall

• The corridors of the Ember Keep had never felt colder. The tapestries rustled with every breeze, as though the stones themselves whispered warnings. Elira walked them with a hand against the wall, feeling the old power pulsing beneath her fingertips. It was weaker than before—fractured somehow. As if something in the wards had cracked.
• She wasn’t the only one who felt it.
• Kael stood before the war table, jaw clenched, staring down at the new map the Flamewalkers had drawn—smoke-dyed parchment etched with paths of shadow moving through the mountains. The Hollow wasn’t just stirring. It was growing teeth.