Magnus Pov.
The air has changed.
I feel it in my bones, in the stones beneath my feet, in the thin shimmer of magic that clings to the corners of the world like mist.
Power is stirring again.
Not wild or violent, yet.
But close.
So close.
Like the slow rise of a tide before it swallows the shore.
Ivy is remembering.
And that is exactly what I’ve been waiting for.
I sit in silence, deep in the heart of my sanctuary. The Hollow was once feared, now forgotten by most.
But it remembers me.
The trees bend for me.
The shadows part at my command.
This place is mine—woven with old spells, layered in whispers, haunted by memory.
Here, I am king again.
They think me a monster. A betrayer. A curse.
But what they do not understand is that I was once their savior. I offered them bala
