Chapter 92 Wolves Of The Forgotten Moon
- The DeathHill fortress was burning. But not with flame.
- It burned with memory — twisted, rewritten, rippling outward like sickness on the wind. From the battlements, ghostly sigils pulsed in pale blue light. Wolves howled in patterns that weren’t language — they were echoes.
- Mouthbound. Reforged by Ziyra’s whisper.