Kael POV

The Dreamfire still burned, but its song had changed.

No longer wild. No longer a newborn pulse.

Now, it hummed like a choir thousands of voices weaving new verses into the air.

Those voices belonged to the Unborn.

Or, as they called themselves now… The Children of the Veil.

It began with a whisper in the Iron Howl courtyard.

An Unborn woman her skin faintly blue, her hair made of shifting mist stood before the others. “We were not made to serve,” she said softly. “We ...