Chapter 235

*Elora*

“Look at the sky.”

It was Rowan’s voice, hoarse and ragged, as he burst through the war room doors. His tunic was torn, his hands smeared with blood that didn’t look like his own, and his chest heaved like he had run from one end of the canyon to the other.

I turned, following his gaze through the shattered arch of the observatory.

And I saw it.

The sky itself was burning.

Not with sunset.