Chapter 48: Echoes of War
The sun was only beginning to breach the jagged treeline when the sky above Nazaria split open with streaks of silver and crimson light.
I stood at the highest balcony of the elven citadel, the wind pulling strands of my hair loose as I watched shapes emerge from the horizon — sleek skyships trailing banners of the Magus Mundo Alliance, wings of gryphon riders cutting through the morning mist, and the distant glow of dragonfire marking the approach of Drakenshard’s legendary vanguard.
They were here.
“They answered,” Helios murmured beside me, his voice a low rumble of satisfaction. “The Alliance actually answered.”
“They had to,” Gaia replied, the morning light painting her face in gold. “If Nazaria falls, Sylveraine falls. And if Sylveraine falls…” She didn
