Elena
*****Early Evening — The Grand Sanctuary of New Silverfang*****
New Silverfang no longer looked like a place that had survived a war.
The ruins were gone.
In their place stood the Grand Sanctuary, a vast circular hall built where the old council grounds once were. White stone walls rose high, carved with symbols of every race that had bled in this war: wolves, humans, rogues, royals. No single crest stood above the others.
They were woven together, side by side, impossible to separate.
Torches lined the walls, their flames steady and calm. Outside, the evening sky glowed gold and violet as the sun sank slowly, like it was taking its time, unwilling to miss what came next.
The air felt… different.
Not heavy.
Not tense.
Expectant.
I stood at the center of the hall alone.
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