The morning after the First Trial concluded, the atmosphere within Ravenswatch felt different.
Not lighter.
Sharper.
The first test had ended with applause.
The second would begin with uncertainty.
Long before sunrise, the great bronze bells rang once again, summoning the Royal Council, the commanders of the northern garrisons, and the royal household to the Hall of Ravens.
The Second Trial awaited.
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Alistair stood before the mirror in his chambers, fastening the silver clasps of his dark military cloak.
His reflection looked healthier than it had weeks ago.
Color had begun to return to his face.
His shoulders were broader.
His eyes were brighter.
But appearances could be deceiving.
As he reached for his sword belt, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over him.
His vision blu
