Chapter 85

• Wren’s POV
• The High King’s Palace was less of a building and more like a declaration of power. White pillars with golden vines reached for the clouds like they were trying to stab heaven itself. The air shimmered faintly with magic, the kind that hummed against your skin and whispered you don't belong here.
• Gold and white banners lined the grand courtyard, each marked with the High Court’s sigil, a wolf howling at the moon. The gardens were lush with plants of various species, all creating a diversity of colors and scents. It felt like stepping into a different, new dimension, one filled with magic.