Chapter 78 Bound In Flame
- The morning after the battlefield didn’t feel like victory.
- It felt like consequence.
- Espen stood at the edge of the ridge, her cloak whipping behind her in the rising wind. Smoke still curled from charred craters along the grass, and the air hummed faintly with the remnants of magic—hers. The kind that left the land scorched, trembling beneath her boots.