The next morning came quietly. The castle had begun to move again after days of silence. Servants filled the halls, warriors gathered their weapons, and the sound of preparation echoed across the Moonfang stronghold.

Draven stood outside in the courtyard with his men. His armor was lighter than usual, his hair tied back, his eyes sharp and focused. Every movement carried purpose. He had been waiting for this—leaving this kingdom meant finally taking Liora home.

He watched as his warriors ...