The sky did not return to normal.
Hours after the battle, dark clouds still hung over the kingdom like a warning.
No rain fell.
No thunder rolled.
The silence itself felt unnatural.
Kaelira stood on the palace balcony, her newly awakened black wings folded tightly against her back. Every now and then, they twitched as if reacting to something far away.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that someone—or something—was calling her.
Behind her, Lucien hurried into the room, an ancient scroll clutched tightly in his hands.
“I think I’ve found it.”
Kaelira turned.
“Found what?”
“The place your wings have been trying to lead you.”
An hour later, Kaelira, Ronan, Darian, Lucien, a small unit of the Blood Guard, and the white-haired commander rode toward the Frostfall Mountains.
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