Ember Frost’s POV

Beside me, Elder Anna reached out and gently ran her fingers over the surface of the cloak. If anyone could make sense of the designs, it would be her.

She studied it in silence for a moment before speaking.

“These aren’t unusual symbols,” she said slowly. “You’ll find them in all kinds of old works. But this…”

She paused, tracing the wounded animal figure at the center.

“This combination feels off. Like it doesn’t belong together.”

I watched her ...