Chapter 22 The Betrayal
- The morning sun never touched Ashmire.
- Not anymore.
- Its crimson rays faded before they reached the ruined city, swallowed by the pall of ash and shadow still clinging to the streets like a second skin. The battle was over, but the air still trembled with the remnants of war—burned ozone, scorched stone, and the lingering scent of purged magic.