Chapter 73 — The Song of the Reborn Ridge
The dawn broke with silver fire.
Light spilled over the horizon, painting the clouds in shades of pearl and violet. Below, the mountains stretched endlessly—no longer shrouded in storm or shadow, but alive with color. The air hummed faintly, as though the world itself was singing a quiet, new melody.
Arin stood at the edge of the ridge, the wind threading through his dark hair. The valley below glimmered with rivers that flowed in new directions, bending like veins through the land. Entire forests had shifted. Mountains once broken by war now pulsed faintly with life.
And at the center of it all, Moonshadow Ridge had changed.
The once-cold stone hummed with energy, alive with threads of light. The temple that had stood in ruins for centuries n
