Chapter 45 The Daughter Of The War

• When a war ends, people count the dead. But the most dangerous legacy isn’t buried. It’s born. She opened her eyes in a chamber carved from obsidian. Cold. Alone. But not afraid. She didn’t know her name. Only that the machine humming above her whispered the same sentence, over and over: “You are the daughter of the war.”
• “And your time has arrived.”
• Her arms bore no scars. But her bones remembered fire. Her mind held no dates. But her breath matched the rhythm of Caelon’s resistance anthem. She stood slowly. Lights blinked on across the chamber. Sensors scanned her pupils. The ceiling whispered again: