Chapter 112

*Kaelen*

By the time we crossed the last ridge into rogue territory, the whispers had already reached us.

They drifted through the wind like smoke—soft, fractured, half-believed. Traders and exiles along the old leyline trails spoke of a girl with fire in her veins and white flames in her wake. They called her a goddess. A weapon. A ghost. No one said her name. Not aloud. As though it might summon