Chapter 88 Heir Of The Flame

• The moon over Moonclaw was silver. But something was wrong. The flame altars along the eastern walls — altars that once responded to Lucy’s presence, bowing to her aura — now flickered, as if confused. Lucy’s boots echoed through the corridor outside the Flame Guard’s training hall. Elira hurried beside her, breath short, eyes full of quiet dread.
• “He’s not in his room,” Elira said. “Not at training. Not at the scrying chamber. And none of the guards remember him leaving.”
• Lucy’s steps grew faster.