CAIRN POINT OF VIEW.

Evening settled over Moonfang without ever truly bringing peace.

The light faded from the sky, slipping behind the jagged outline of the fortress walls, but the place did not soften with it. The training grounds emptied slowly, the sharp clang of metal and shouted commands giving way to quieter movements, guards rotating shifts, patrol units assembling, orders passed in low, efficient tones. The energy didn’t disappear.

It tightened.

Even the air felt different, cooler ...