Chapter 70 The Second Shard

• The moon rode low and cold above the mountains, its pale light spilling silver across the safehouse clearing. Horses pawed at the ground, uneasy as the warriors strapped on their armor and weapons.
• Kelvin mounted first, his ribs bound with fresh bandages that could not hide the tension in his jaw. His gaze swept across the gathered force—leaner now, scarred from the last battle but burning with resolve.
• “Every shard brings him closer,” he said, voice carrying in the still night. “But it also brings us closer to ending him. Tonight, we ride.”