Nymera’s POV
I didn’t tell anyone about the dream.
Not Dain. Not Kaelith. Not even the healers.
I told myself it was just stress, exhaustion, the aftermath of too many deaths. But I couldn’t shake the voice, or the way my reflection smiled at me like it knew something I didn’t.
"He is coming. And you will kneel."
No one had ever spoken to me like that. Not even Astra.
And part of me hated that a small part of me… had wanted to kneel.
Dain’s version of “training” started at dawn.
The sky was still dark when he dragged me out of bed and into the stone courtyard, where cold air cut through my skin and my muscles ached from sleep. The sun barely touched the ruined walls of Hollowfang. A thin mist hung over the training yard like smoke.
He didn’t speak much. Just handed me two dull iro
