Chapter 35 The Gathering Flame

• Weeks passed, and Erelith became a city reborn. What once was bound by steel and silence now moved with the rhythm of collaboration. Marketplaces bustled, not with forced trade quotas but with creativity—artisans, musicians, and engineers all bringing new life to every sector.
• Amara had grown used to waking before sunrise, walking the city before the rest of the world stirred. She liked seeing the city at its quietest—raw, real, before the day’s noise began. This morning, her steps led her to the rebuilt Forum Terrace, a space that had once housed propaganda screens and Council-issued decrees.
• Now, it was a gathering ground.