Chapter 52
****Elara’s POV****
The storm had been raging for three days straight—thunder rolling like the drums of war, lightning painting the sky in flashes that mirrored the chaos to come.
Kael’s stronghold loomed on the horizon, an obsidian fortress carved into the mountainside, its towers rising like jagged blades against the storm clouds. The enemy had chosen their ground well—surrounded by cliffs and narrow passes that funneled any army into a death trap.
But we had come too far to turn back now.
I stood beside Lucien in the war tent, the air thick with the scent of rain, steel, and tension. Maps were scattered across the table, candles guttering as the wind howled through the flaps. His commanders argued in low, clipped tones—each proposing strategies that sounded more like su
