Chapter 55 When The Sky Burns

• The world didn’t shatter all at once. It cracked first—quietly, cruelly, like something breathing its last beneath the weight of what was coming. The wind carried the scent of steel and storm, and the ground pulsed beneath Elira’s boots as she rode hard toward the southern ridge.
• Kael rode beside her, his black armor gleaming beneath the sunless sky, his jaw set, eyes sharp. Around them, their army thundered forward—a living tide of defiance. Above, storm clouds coiled like serpents, churning with unnatural fury.
• “They’re already here,” Kael said, his voice steady as the line of soldiers formed behind them.