CHAPTER 28 : Anchors
The gateway shimmered under the pale dawn light. Lythera and Theron stepped through first, moving cautiously but with the presence of warriors who had faced centuries of war and betrayal. The air of the capital felt different to them—alive, tense, aware. May waited near the gates, Ze beside her, her fingers curling nervously. When Lythera’s gaze landed on her, May felt an unspoken recognition. The weight of history in those silver eyes was immense, but not unkind. “So this is the child,” Lythera said softly, almost to herself. May straightened. “I am May. Daughter of the Old Third.” Lythera’s lips twitched slightly. “And alive. That is already more than I expected.” Theron’s eyes scanned the walls, the streets beyond, always alert. Then he focused on May and Ze. “And you are part o
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