Chapter 37 The Counter-strike
- The morning after the Gorge felt like the hush after a scream.
- Fires had burned down to ash. Blood stained the stones. And though the Hollowed had retreated, everyone in Dawnridge knew it was only a pause—not a victory.
- Ivy stood before the council, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, gaze locked on the torn map of the valley.