Chapter 21 The Ash Prophet's Judgment

The inner sanctum of the Ember Citadel was alive with molten fury. Rivers of lava snaked across jagged obsidian floors, casting a sickly red-gold glow that trembled across the walls. The air was thick with heat, ash, and the lingering scent of charred stone. Every heartbeat thudded against Lyra’...

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