Elin’s POV

The plane touched down in Westia territory, the sky streaked with gold and crimson.

My fever had broken. My strength was slowly returning. I stared out the window, the glass reflecting my pale, gaunt figure, but my eyes held a new resolve.

Beneath my calm exterior, a fire burned in my chest—a blaze of vengeance, a flame of determination. Istha churned within me, her golden eyes flashing in my mind, urging me to run, to grow strong, to fight. To reclaim everything that was ...