Chapter 98 The Last Ember Throne

• The throne room of Moonclaw Citadel had never held such silence. No bells rang. No horns. No hymns. Just the echo of choices made in blood and fire.
• Lucy stood before the Last Ember Throne, the only seat carved directly from Lunarelle’s scorched bones — a monument, not to power, but to endurance. Flames danced faintly along its edges. Its backrest bore the sigils of all known packs, now scorched over with one burning glyph:
• > Unity.