Chase
*****Late Afternoon — The Heart of New Silverfang*****
The council hall no longer felt like a place for arguments.
By late afternoon, it had transformed.
The long tables were pushed back, banners lowered and replaced with a single massive crest carved into white stone at the center of the hall the sigil of Silverfang, reshaped. Not a crown. Not claws. But a circle, unbroken, symbolizing unity instead of dominance.
Sunlight poured through the crystal dome above, warmer now, clearer, as if even the sky had decided the war was truly over.
I stood near the front with Elena beside me.
She looked calm, but I could feel her tension through our bond. This moment wasn’t part of any prophecy. It wasn’t something we had planned.
It was something the world had decided.
Across the hall,
