The Storm Named Elara

Power never announced itself with thunder.

It arrived quietly—through hesitation, through doubt, through the subtle pause before loyalty answered when called.

Vera felt it before anyone spoke.

The council chamber was filled, the long oak table surrounded by men who had once argued loudly and confidently. Today, their voices were measured. Careful. As if every word carried a risk.

“The Prague route is delayed,” one said.

“Zurich insurance withdrew coverage,” ...