Chapter 63 Fragments Of The Past

• The council chamber had not yet cooled from the heated discussions of the day when the scout’s urgent news still hung in the air like a storm cloud. The shard in the South was more than a relic—it was a pulse of the mirror’s lingering curse, and it carried the silent threat of Devin Powers’ cunning.
• Kelvin stood by the window, gaze sweeping over the city below. His wound, wrapped in fresh bandages, throbbed faintly, a reminder that the curse was not idle. Each beat of his heart seemed mirrored by the tug at Lucia’s core, a silent echo that neither of them could ignore.
• Lucia leaned against the edge of the table, crown’s silver glow faintly flickering, her hands trembling slightly from the effort of maintaining control over the bond. “We cannot simply leave it there,” she said softly, though the weight behind her words pressed heavily on everyone present. “If Devin controls it, even a fragment, he can track us, manipulate the curse, or worse—use it against the North.”