They moved her at dawn.
No announcement. No escort formation. No explanation.
The guards arrived in silence, their presence more procedural than hostile. This was not an arrest.
It was a relocation.
“You’re being transferred,” the lead guard said.
“Where?” Seraphina asked.
The man hesitated. “Deeper.”
That was answer enough.
The route descended past places she had not yet seen past sealed doors and abandoned corridors, past wards layered so densely they hummed against her skin. The air grew colder, heavier, as though the stone itself remembered a different age.
The stronghold was old.
But this
This was older.
They stopped before a gate carved directly into the bedrock. No hinges. No visible lock. The symbols etched into it were not council sigils.
They were Nightborne.
Distor
