Chapter 68 Where Fire Bends
- The morning broke on a battlefield still echoing with ghosts.
- Ash clung to the breeze. The edges of tents fluttered, damp with dew and dust, as Espen stood at the ridge with her arms crossed, a thin white bandage wrapping her upper arm where the blade had caught her. Beneath her, the valley stretched wide—burned and broken, but won.
- They had won.