Chapter 88 – The World Stirs
- The dawn that touched the Northern Palace was unlike any other.
- The skies above the citadel burned faint gold, as if the sun itself hesitated, tasting new life in its light. The air shimmered faintly, carrying the scent of rain over snow — and deep beneath the marble floors, ancient sigils etched into the stones began to glow.
- In the Council Hall, Councilor Armand stood alone before the long map table.