They reached the plateau’s far edge just before sunset.
From here, the land fell away into a long, narrow valley — its floor carpeted with tall, silver grass that swayed in the wind like water. But it wasn’t the grass that caught Elinora’s attention. It was the ruins.
Stone walls, half-buried in earth, stretched in a broken line across the valley. Towers leaned at odd angles, their tops crumbled away, and in the center stood the remains of a great hall, its roof gone but its black pillars still upright.
Her wolf’s ears twitched. This place has teeth.
Riven scanned the valley, his eyes narrowing. “You know where we are?”
Kaelen’s shadows curled low around his boots. “The Hollow Court’s first outpost. Abandoned after the Burned War.”
Elinora frowned. “Because it was destroyed?”
Kaelen
