Chapter Thirty Eight: Deathsong
The battlefield lay in eerie stillness, smoke coiling into the pale morning sky. Scattered debris whispered of the brutal clash, while the scent of scorched earth lingered like the ghost of war. Amidst the silence, a single, mournful sound rose above the ruins—a flute, soft and broken, carried on the wind.
Kael knew that melody.
He turned toward its source, heart already clenching. It was Theron’s song. The tune they’d once shared beneath the Blood Moon when they were young, when war was just a distant nightmare. A lullaby of kinship and sorrow.
Aurora’s fingers tightened around Kael’s. “That’s coming from the east ridge,” she said, eyes scanning the horizon. “He’s calling us.”
They ran.
Over cracked pavement and blood-slick stone, through a corridor o
