Chapter 114 The Face Of Fire
- Moonclaw had known many flames. Flames of war. Flames of prophecy. Flames of silence and sorrow. But never one like Cael. He did not command. He did not lead. He simply was. And that frightened people more than any weapon. Within days of his naming, sigils appeared across the outer villages:
- > “He is the fire’s will made flesh.”
- “The First Flame Walks.”