Chapter 49 Shadows Of The Past

• The morning air was crisp, laced with the scent of pine and ash. The remnants of battle still clung to Dawnridge—broken stones, claw marks on walls, and blood soaked into the earth—but the village pulsed with new determination.
• At first light, Ivy stood at the gates, her pack assembled and ready. Warriors, elders, children—all with bags slung across their backs or carts pulled behind them. They were not just fleeing; they were migrating. Seeking answers. Seeking truth.
• Kael joined her, his expression unreadable. “Are you sure the mountain ruins are where we’ll find what we need?”