Chapter 29
The skies above Origin hadn’t cleared.
They simmered.
What was once a rich crimson had paled to an uneasy violet-gray like the world was holding its breath, unsure whether to weep… or burn.
Elira stood in the middle of what remained of the chamber, surrounded by fragments of the old world. Broken runes. Burned walls. Blood that had dried too fast. And a silence so thick, it pulsed.
“Is it done?” Maera asked from the archway, her voice low.
“No,” Elira said. “It’s only begun.”
She wasn’t just speaking of the war.
She could feel the shift inside her.
Yara wasn’t whispering anymore.
She was listening.
And that scared her more than anything.
Rebuilding the Shattered
For three days, they worked without rest.
The dead were honored with silver-rooted pyres. The wounded w
