Chapter 47 Ashes Of The Oath

• The storm had passed, but the wind still howled as if it mourned something lost. Ash drifted like snowfall across the ruined courtyard of Eldros Keep, the once-mighty stone walls now cracked and blackened from dragonfire. Elira stood at the center, her palms still trembling from the power she had summoned. The sky above bled light, a pale sun forcing itself through the thick veil of smoke.
• Kael emerged from the shadows, his armor scorched, his jaw set. He moved like a man carrying a weight too heavy for one lifetime. When their eyes met, silence bloomed between them, raw and unshielded.
• “You shouldn’t have done it,” he said at last.