(Siena’s POV)
The morning of the third competition dawns with a quiet tension that settles deep in my bones.
The air feels charged, heavier than usual, carrying the weight of unspoken things. I try to shake it off as I step out onto Windhowl’s training grounds, but the unease lingers, prickling at the edges of my awareness.
Rairity already waiting for me by the strategy table, her arms crossed, eyes sharp and assessing. “You’re up early,” she remarks, though her tone is more curious than surprised.
“Couldn’t sleep,” I admit, scanning the grounds where my warriors are making their final preparations.
The third competition is the most grueling—an endurance trial designed to push both the body and mind to their limits. Windhowl is ready. I’ve made sure of that. But no
