Chapter 34 Ashes And Seeds

• The days that followed were filled with motion—real change, not the kind painted over cracks by the Council’s old lies. Erelith, for the first time in living memory, began to breathe freely. The city still bore scars: broken towers, burnt-out archives, streets split open by the Entity’s awakening. But beneath the damage was something stronger than fear—*hope*.
• Amara was no longer running. No longer hiding. But she hadn’t grown comfortable, either. Leadership didn’t feel like a reward—it felt like a responsibility. Every decision, every question brought to her by the Restoration Assembly, reminded her how fragile peace could be.
• “You need rest,” Nathaniel said, placing a steaming cup of brewed dandelion root tea beside her. “You’ve slept five hours in three days.”