The morning sunlight in Velmore did not feel warm.
The lingering mist of battle still hung low, carrying the smell of gunpowder and the metallic scent of dried black blood.
After Sterling’s helicopter vanished beyond the horizon, an oppressive silence once again settled over the valley.
Moira stood amid the ruins of the temple gate, staring at Olivian’s body as it slowly became covered in dust.
There were no tears—only a deep emptiness as she realized that the man she had once loved had been destroyed by his own darkness.
“Moira,” Aidrian called softly. He touched the back of her hand, breaking her trance. “Elder Silas is waiting for you inside the temple. He said there’s something he can’t delay any longer.”
Moira gave a faint nod. They walked past rows of Velmore warriors who now b
