POV: King Lucien Lake
Something was wrong.
Lucien looked up from the glowing tactical table inside the royal war chamber. Every rune embedded into the obsidian surface pulsed once.
Then again. The generals noticed it too.
A faint hum spread through the palace walls, subtle enough that ordinary wolves would dismiss it as the wind.
Lucien did not. He had ruled for decades. He knew the difference between wind...
...and magic.
The rune monitors lining the walls suddenly flickered. One after another. Blue. Silver. Blue. Silver.
Then every crystal turned completely white.
General Varric frowned. "That's never happened before."
Lucien didn't answer.
His silver eyes remained fixed on the largest crystal. The readings continued climbing.
The mana density, ancient resonance, even the lun
