Chapter 20 Webs of Blood and Power

The night air in Vaelora was heavy, carrying the scent of rain and smoldering energy. I stood on the balcony of Raelthorn’s upper tower, fragment humming faintly in my veins, hollow thrumming in response. Even from here, I could feel the pulse of the city, the tension, the whispers, the unsteady cur...

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