Morning did not bring the sun to Ravenspire. It brought only a cold, heavy gray rain and the bitter smell of wet ash.
The city was not just quiet. It was completely misaligned. Something fundamental had broken inside the massive stone walls during the night. Elara stood near the arched window of the high watchtower, but her eyes were closed. She did not need to look down at the courtyard to know what was happening. Her perception had entirely changed since the ancient blood of the Queen fully awakened inside her. She was no longer just watching the world go by. She was feeling it.
