Chapter 215

*Elora*

The door creaked open before dawn.

It wasn’t a sound I’d forgotten. Not a groan of weakness, not a burst of violence—just a steady push of air, a whisper of metal against stone, the kind of entrance made by someone who didn’t want to be seen. But the magic that clung to it—I knew that too. The pulse of old power, fractured and mended and aching still.

I turned my head slowly, blinking past