Chapter 76 Battle, Rising
- The morning air was sharp. Still. As if the world itself held its breath.
- Espen stood at the edge of the ruins, wind curling through her cloak, eyes set on the southern ridge. The news had reached them fast: Calvarath marched with an army ten thousand strong, fury in their wake and fear in their hearts.
- Her birthright had made her a target. Her magic had made her a threat.