Elena
*****Late Afternoon — The Ruins of Silverfang*****
The world was still burning.
Fire crawled across the broken stones of Silverfang like living things, l*****g at shattered pillars and collapsed walls.
The sky above was no longer blue or even gray….. it was a thick, choking black, torn open by streaks of red fire and drifting clouds of ash. The air smelled of blood, smoke, and something bitter and unnatural.
The ground shook beneath my feet as if the land itself was screaming in pain.
Seraphina’s armies were still fighting across the valley, but something had shifted.
They were no longer charging blindly.
They were slowing.
Hesitating.
Pulling back as if some invisible hand had grabbed them by the spine.
Like they were waiting.
Waiting for her.
I felt it before I saw her
