Kael’s POV
The battlefield smells like blood and ash.
Smoke coils through the valley like something alive, refusing to settle even hours after the last blade fell. Blackthorn warriors move in disciplined silence, dragging the wounded toward the fortress while others gather the dead with grim efficiency.
Victory doesn’t feel like victory tonight.
Too many bodies.
Too many questions, something was revealed… and I only caught a glimpse of it.
I stand near the edge of the valley where the fight with Varkor ended, staring at the scorched ground.
Silver fire left its mark here.
The earth is blackened in a perfect circle, as if lightning struck the battlefield.
But Lightning doesn’t move like that.
Lightning doesn’t choose where to strike.
My wolf shifts beneath my skin, restless.
Tho
