Chapter 55 The Voice Of Flame

• The journey to Fissure Vale took them through dead forests and jagged canyons that sliced the earth like battle scars. The terrain was unnatural—no birdsong, no insects, not even wind. Just silence. That sort of quiet made even the bravest wolves restless.
• Lucy led the way with Jacobs at her side, Kael behind her like a reluctant shadow. Jessica, Cassandra, and a growing guard of loyal wolves followed. Each warrior now wore a charm of warding around their necks—crafted by Cassandra using moon-blessed bones and salt ash. Even so, no one truly felt safe.
• “You said she walks in dreams,” Jacobs said as they passed through a burned-out grove. “What does that mean exactly?”