Chapter 191

*Elora*

It was supposed to be simple. Ink. Parchment. Memory.

I knelt on the floor of the council chamber with a fresh scroll laid flat across the stone, my fingers smeared with charcoal, breath steady as I began the first stroke. My rune. The one that had branded itself across my skin weeks ago, burning violet in my sleep, pulsing whenever the leyline stirred.

The second followed. Kaelen’s. I did