The moon hung high in the sky, a pale, unwavering witness to the chaos unfolding below. Silverfang Citadel was no longer the serene, opulent palace it had once been. The air was thick with tension, the halls filled with whispers of rebellion and change. Isabel could feel it, deep in her bones—a tremor in the earth, a surge of power that made the very walls seem to pulse with the energy of the kingdom's future.
The Blood Star was rising.
Isabel stood in the courtyard, her breath misting in the cool night air, the pale light of the Blood Star illuminating her face. Kainen stood beside her, his eyes focused on the citadel's towers, where the shadows of the guards moved, vigilant and restless.
“It's almost time," Isabel whispered, her voice barely audible over the wind. The air was electric
