Chapter 42 The Trial Of Flame And Blood
- The arena had not been used in centuries.
- Beneath the palace, deep in the forgotten sanctum once carved by the Flameborn ancestors, a circle of scorched stone awaited—older than the human kingdoms, older than the Ashborn line itself.
- Elara stood in its center, her boots tracing the sigils etched into the ground. Symbols of truth. Of legacy. Of judgment.