Chapter 51 The Resonant Accord

• Five decades had passed since the Eternal Flame was first lit in the Echo Ela. The world had changed, reshaped by scars of war and fragile threads of peace. Among the few who still remembered the time before the Choir Wars was Amara Erelith, once a fierce warrior, now a keeper of memory. Her silver hair shimmered like moonlight, coiled in braids that carried sigils of her ancestors. She moved slowly, but her eyes—those storm-touched, ember-hued eyes—held the fire of a thousand memories.
• Amara stood atop the Hill of Threads, overlooking the Tower of Harmonics. The tower had once been a battlefield; now it was a place of gathering. Behind her stood children—descendants of both the Old Choir and the Flameborn. Today, she would tell them a story, not of war, but of the Accord.
• "The Choir was never our enemy," Amara began, her voice calm but resolute. "They were echoes of us, twisted by time, but still part of the great harmony."