Chapter 68: The Infinite Horizon
The morning of Kaela's twentieth birthday dawned with a sky that seemed to stretch into eternity.
She stood on the cliffs above the harbor, watching the sun rise over Cinderhall. The city had become something beyond magnificent. Spires of white stone and crystal reached toward the heavens like prayers made manifest. Gardens bloomed on every terrace, cascading with flowers that seemed to glow with their own inner light. The streets were filled with people from every corner of the realm, their faces bright with hope and purpose. The air itself seemed to hum with the energy of a civilization that had finally found its way.
The sword hung at her hip. The blade had been silent for years. Peaceful. Complete. The legacy had been carried by sixteen generations.
