Chapter 118 Threads Of Blood And Smoke

• The morning after Garrin’s death, Espen stood before the eastern windows of the war chamber, watching the sun drag itself over a horizon she no longer trusted. It bled red through the glass—like something had been torn open and left to fester.
• Below, the castle stirred with activity. Soldiers doubled at each gate. Dragons rotated in the skies above. Espen’s entire kingdom buzzed like a living, breathing weapon.
• And still, her gut twisted.