Chapter 107 The Flame Without Origin

• The emissary arrived without sound. No gates opened. No wards rang. No shadows moved. She was just there, standing in the middle of Moonclaw’s Flame Assembly Hall — cloaked in veils of dust and starlight, her skin matte silver, her eyes deep black with no whites or irises. The guards who approached her said their fire runes turned cold in her presence. She called herself:
• > Virel.
• And she said she came from beyond the Vein of Ages — a place the Moonshadow archivists believed to be metaphor, not territory.