Chapter 100 The Ones Who Burn

• The sky above the castle split open in gold.
• It wasn’t fire. Not lightning. Just the sun returning after too long hidden behind the weight of curses, secrets, and a thousand shattered truths.
• Espen stood at the highest window of the war tower, her hands braced against the ledge, wind threading through her hair. The courtyard below swarmed with movement—soldiers training, dragons circling, villagers rebuilding walls that had once belonged to Avaris.