Chapter 62 What We Hold Onto
- The wind howled through the cracked battlements, carrying the scent of ash and blood. Elira stood alone on the overlook of the ruined west tower, her cloak snapping in the gusts. Below her, the kingdom breathed in broken silence—fires still glowing in the valley, the land scorched by spells and steel.
- Kael hadn’t returned.
- Not yet.