Ember Frost’s POV

At the same time, we were quietly looking into the Astral Eye. Father had already dispatched a skilled scouting group ahead of us to the witch clan’s abandoned lands in the Stormspire Mountains. Any place tied to sealed demons was never simple. Carelessness could cost lives. Before moving forward, we needed clarity—every fragment of information we could gather.

That summer, my days were split between training and staying close to Eira. Life felt steady on the ...