Alex’s Pov
The corridors of Eldros whispered secrets not through wind, for none stirred in these stone veins, but through silence.
A silence too careful. Too knowing. As if the palace itself held its breath.
Torchlight licked the walls, casting gold over ice-veined marble and rune-etched pillars that had seen more betrayal than any soul within them. I moved like a shadow, the weight of rebellion in every step. Not loud. Not rushed.
But final.
Tonight, we rewrote the rules.
Nashana stood just outside the Council Hall’s massive blackwood doors, her frame straight as a drawn bow, eyes glinting like silver.
“She’s ready,” I mouthed.
No hesitation. She slipped inside like a phantom.
Behind her came Commander Rowin, the North’s iron wall. Towering, grim, and carved from war itself. Yet
