Chapter 54 Bloodborn Reclaimed

• The road to the eastern lowlands was thick with fog and silence.
• Lucy rode at the head of the caravan, her newly reforged glaive strapped across her back, the white wolf cloak flowing behind her like smoke. The faint glow of her skin had dimmed to a more controlled shimmer — she was mastering the flame inside her, not because she was fully healed, but because she had to be.
• Time was slipping through their claws.