Chapter 113 The Fire Without A Name

• He arrived without sound. No caravan. No heralds. No scent trail for the scouts to track. Just a man — tall, barefoot, cloaked in ash-stained robes — standing at the eastern gate of Moonclaw before dawn. His eyes were grey. Not storm-grey, or wolf-silver.
• Just… absent. He carried no blade. No crest. No sigils. Only a single torch, unlit. And yet, the moment he stepped onto Moonclaw’s path, the Genesis Flame flared.
• Lucy was roused before sunrise. Scott met her at the gate.