The wind howled through the narrow mountain pass, its icy breath biting at their skin, but Asha barely noticed it anymore. Her mind was elsewhere, focused on the task at hand. The Blood Pact had been broken, but the crown was still in power. And as long as they ruled, the world would continue to suffer under their reign. It was time to build something new—something stronger than the kingdom's corruption.
Darian walked beside her, his steps steady despite the heavy weight of the situation. His presence was a constant reminder that, though they were fighting a battle against overwhelming odds, they were not alone. He was with her, and so was Ghost, ever watchful. But as they moved farther from Greywatch Spire, Asha felt the eyes of the past on her—those who had trusted her, those who had on
