The wind howled through the ravines of the Frostmarch as Kaelin and her companions descended from the Vault of Voices. Though the journey had been grueling, their spirits carried a clarity like never before. The light of memory that now pulsed inside each of them was more than a shield—it was a compass.
Ashmark had evolved.
It was no longer simply a haven. It was a beacon.
When they returned to the Hollow, word had already spread. The flames of the Dominion had begun to dim in villages touched by the Echo Forge. People who had once wandered—lost in fire-forged memories—now gathered, drawn to the golden-lit sanctuaries rising from the embers.
The Ashmark was no longer alone.
Kaelin stood atop the high wall of the Hollow as the valley below shimmered with torches—not of red flame, but g
