Chapter 39 The Hunt Begins

• Erelith stood on a precipice once again. Whispers filled the alleys like smoke. Lights flickered. Dreams turned into nightmares. And somewhere beneath the cobbled streets and steel towers, something stirred.
• But Amara had changed.
• The Grove had awakened something deeper than magic—an ancestral knowing, a primal force that resonated in her bones. The moment she stepped back into the city, people sensed it. Her stride was sharper, her voice steadier, her presence impossible to ignore.