Chapter 94 — Cracks in the Crown
The Obsidian Throne's war room felt smaller than usual.
Maps of the northern territories covered the massive obsidian table, marked with fresh ink showing the latest rift activity and supply routes. The air was thick with the scent of volcanic ink, burning incense, and the faint metallic tang of lingering blood from recent battles. Liora stood at the head of the table, the Veilheart Keystone orbiting slowly above her open palm. Its twilight glow was noticeably dimmer than it had been even a week ago, the deep fractures in the crystal pulsing like open wounds.
Cairis stood beside her, one hand resting lightly on the small of her back. His presence was steady, but she could feel the tension in his fingers through the soul bond. Grimgor Ashreaver loomed at the opposite end of the table, arms crossed, his massive axe leaning against the wall. The big Traditionalist's expression was grim.
