Alena

Roak’s expression hardens like forged iron, the weight of his kingly responsibilities etched into the deep lines of his face. “We understand the gravity of what you offer,” he says, his decision already made. “Teach us, so we may use this power to protect our people and defeat Jacob.”

“Then follow me,” I beckon, and the veil of my lair lifts, revealing a hidden chamber veiled in mystery and draped in the echoes of timeless incantations. Stone shelves lined ...