“This path is madness,” Draven muttered, leaning over the dimly lit map spread across the war room table. His jaw was tight, and his piercing eyes were fixed on the ancient parchment. The flickering torchlight cast shadows across the strange symbols etched onto it.
I traced my finger along the faded markings that led to the Forbidden Peaks. “Madness or not, it’s our only chance,” I said firmly. “The Council is breathing down our necks, the Eastern Clans are at our borders, and that prophecy...”
Draven cut me off. “Prophecies are just stories designed to keep fools hopeful.”
I met his gaze, refusing to back down. “This one isn’t just a story. The spectral woman said this map holds the key to my true power.”
His eyes flickered with doubt, but beneath it, I sensed something deeper—fear. N
