Chapter 22 Restoration

• The training courtyard glimmers under the morning sun — a circle of runes carved deep into white stone, each glowing faintly with gold.This is where legends were shaped — where the Wolf Queen herself learned to bend magic without letting it break her.
• And now, it’s where I’m supposed to do the same.
• The old witch who stands before me looks like she’s grown out of the earth itself — skin weathered like bark, eyes pale as ash. Her name is Ysolde, and the very air seems to hush when she breathes.