Chapter 96: Nyra’s POV

The makeshift long hall groaned with every gust of wind, as if the old beams themselves were hanging on for their dear lives waiting to collapse. Riven had repurposed it for strategy meetings, dragging in mismatched chairs, a scarred table, and enough lanterns to turn the whole place into a flickering amber cave. Maps lay sprawled across the wood, some torn, some patched together, others hand-drawn on parchment Mirna claimed she “borrowed” from traders.

‘Who ...