Chapter 825 Tower Awakens

• The bleak sigh of the autumn wind swept across the land beneath a dying sun, its last embers staining the horizon in mournful crimson.
• Finneas’ blood had congealed into a stiff, dark crust that clung to every torn inch of skin like unforgiving armor.
• He stood ramrod-straight atop the shattered ruins of Stellar City, wild hair whipping about his face, an unbending light still burning in his eyes; when he forced his chin upward and worked his throat, the words he longed to voice refused to leave his lips.