Because the moment Aris stands in her power—out loud, in the open—the Concord Tribunal will call it destabilization.
And they will call their obsession protection.
Silas drags a hand through his dark hair, voice edged. “We put her on their map the second we intervened.”
Magnus doesn’t look at him. “She was already there.”
“And now High Concord Justiciars get to argue she’s a threat to divine order,” Silas snaps.
I slam my palm on the table. The sigil-burned wood vibrates under my hand.
“Enough. We know what they’re doing. We plan.”
The strategy wagon is dim, lanternlight gold over parchment and oath-charts. Outside, the Waystation Caravan rolls steadily through open scrubland—neutral ground, Oathkeeper-marked, the only territory the Concord can’t legally storm without fracturing hal
