Chapter 41 The Real War
- Erelith no longer slept.
- In the shadows of its high towers and beneath its ancient cobblestone streets, an invisible war raged. A war not of weapons, but of willpower, memory, and truth. The Entity’s illusions had become more intricate, more seductive, twisting dreams into traps.
- And yet, in every district, lanterns still burned. The people—frightened but defiant—kept the fires alive.