The prophecy haunted Nyra long after they left the hidden chamber beneath the monastery.
She had read the ancient words again and again until every line was etched into her memory. Two rulers. One destiny. A future that would either unite the continent or reduce it to ruin. Yet the prophecy ended with a torn edge, its most important secrets stolen centuries ago.
Who had taken it?
More importantly… why?
The question lingered in everyone’s mind as dawn broke over the Frostpine Mountains. The survivors had spent the night mourning the dead, but there was little time for grief. Scouts returned before sunrise with troubling news. The allied kingdoms had halted their advance after the destruction of Dawn Keep, not because they had abandoned the pursuit, but because they were regrouping.
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