The world began to dream again but this time, it remembered her.

Velara.

Her name spread through the air like smoke from a forgotten fire. No one said it aloud, but rivers whispered it, mountains hummed it, and every sleeping soul seemed to breathe it in silence.

Kael and I felt it first. The air around Iron Howl began to shimmer with silver light again, soft but restless, as if the land itself was trying to wake something it missed.

And then came the dreams.

The first night, I dreamed of ...