For a long moment, there was no reaction.
Then an elder of the Ravari clan stepped forward, placing her hand over her heart. A subtle bow.
Then another. And another.
By the time Sienna stepped back, thirty-seven clans had silently pledged recognition. No words. Just ancient gesture.
Jaxon met her in the center.
"You just made your declaration of war official," he whispered, proud and awed.
"Good," Sienna said, her voice steel. "Let them bring it."
Above them, the second moon had not yet risen.
But its shadow was already crawling toward them.
Across the city, Ezra Wolfe stood at the obsidian altar deep beneath the Council’s lesser archive.
The soul siphon was nearly ready.
Felix approached from the shadows, a sealed scroll in hand. “The vote is out. They announced the claiming. P
