Chapter 117 The Spark That Chooses

• It began with a pause.
• A full day passed in Moonclaw… with no flicker. No dreams. No whispers. The Genesis Flame did not rise at dawn. Ashwake’s flame did not stir the embers. Even the smallest hearths stayed cool — not dead, not gone. Just waiting.
• Lucy noticed it before anyone else. She stood on the balcony of the Flame Hall, hands pressed against the cold railing. It felt like the entire world had taken a breath…