ZION EMBERTHORN

I stood tall, towering over the chaos of the room. My muscles tense, veins bulging, and my eyes, I knew, must be blazing with barely contained fury. The moonlight streamed through the glass window, casting an eerie glow over the scene.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself. Aliyah’s eyes, a molten gold, never leaving mine, flashed with anger, the kind that could burn through steel. She demanded answers, and I could feel the tension in every fiber of my ...