Chapter 96: Echoes of the Forgotten Oath
The night after the cleansing was eerily quiet. The Ridge, which had once thrummed with restless energy, now pulsed softly beneath the surface—calm, yet cautious. The wind whispered through the pines like a song of gratitude, but Alexandra could still feel the faint tremors of imbalance. Peace had returned, yes, but it was the fragile kind that came only after a storm… the kind that never lasted long.
From her vantage point on the cliffs, Alexandra gazed out over the village, bathed in moonlight. The rooftops glowed faintly silver, the faint curls of smoke rising from chimneys painting a picture of ordinary life. But beneath that stillness, she could feel something—an undertow, a faint pulse that didn’t belong to the Ridge.
Ethan joined her quiet
