Nymera’s POV
The sky was on fire.
From the highest watchtower of the Hall of Stars, I saw Hollowfang’s protective wards burning crimson, like veins pumping blood across the sky. The moon, now fully risen, bled light into the world. The Spiral had begun to move.
“They’ve started,” Kaelith said beside me. His voice was tight. Controlled. But I could feel the fear underneath.
Not just fear of the Spiralborn.
Fear of me.
“We need everyone ready,” I said. “This will be our last stand if we can’t push them back.”
Graeven arrived on silent steps. “The First Nymera is secured. Guarded, but…”
“But no cage can hold her if she wants out,” I finished for him.
He nodded once. “She’s smiling. That’s never good.”
The warhorns sounded.
Not ours.
Theirs.
From the east, black-winged Spiralborn
