Chapter 19 Ashes Of The False

• Night fell, but Erelith did not sleep.
• The city stood illuminated not by artificial light, but by the glow of memory runes scrawled across rooftops, bridges, and towers. Every Archive beacon pulsed in unison. People gathered in plazas and stairwells, sharpening tools, sharing stories, preparing not just for battle—but for reclamation.
• The Severed were coming, and for the first time, Erelith would meet them awake.