The next few days passed in a blur of activity. Asha, Darian, and the small but growing resistance worked tirelessly, preparing for the next phase of their mission. The Frostkin had been awakened, their legacy restored. But the work was far from over. The battle against the royal family would take everything they had, and the stakes had never been higher.
Asha felt the weight of her ancestors' power settling more heavily within her with every passing hour. She could feel their presence, the Ancestral Spirits, guiding her, whispering their wisdom into her thoughts. But it was not just their strength she could feel—it was their expectations. They had entrusted her with the future of her people, and now it was her responsibility to lead them into the new age.
Darian, though quiet and reserv
