Chapter 86 The Rewritten Flame
- It began with a dream.
- Solwyn sat by the fire in the Moonclaw citadel’s lower sanctum, palms outstretched, whispering ancient chants Lucy had never heard before. The runes lining the floor glowed with a subtle warmth — not heat, but memory. Even the flame in the brazier bent toward him, like a student listening to its first teacher.
- Lucy watched him closely.