"Magic has a cost. The question is, am I willing to pay it?"
Power doesn’t arrive with a whisper.
It crashes.
It tears through flesh, through bone, through the very fabric of who you thought you were.
And when it’s done with you—if you survive—you’re never the same again.
A Whisper in the Dark
The night was too quiet. A kind of stillness that didn’t belong.
I stood on the highest tower of the palace, looking out over Verauno’s darkened skyline. Smoke from the recent battle still curled into the sky, a reminder of how close we had come to falling.
And yet, there was no relief in victory. Because I could feel it now.
Something stirring beneath the surface of this world.
Something that wanted me to find it.
"Asher’s going to kill me for this," I muttered, turning away from the city
