Chapter 30 The Mirror's Truth

• The fortress at Gravenridge had stood untouched for generations, its stone bones swallowed by ivy and fog. Once a proud bastion of the old Human Kingdom, it had become little more than myth—until now.
• Elara stood on a ridge overlooking its outer walls, the wind tugging at her cloak. Beside her, Kael crouched low, scanning the patrols circling the ruin.
• “No banners. No sigils,” he murmured. “But look at the movement. Too coordinated. This is a war camp in disguise.”