Chapter 387

Third Person's POV

Elara paused, her breath caught somewhere between grief and guilt as she stood before the stone sigil marking her parents' resting place within the Cinderholme Legion's Shrine of Martyrs. The cold morning wind raked across the cliffside memorial ground, carrying with it the faint metallic tang of old battles and consecrated blood.

She lowered her gaze to the engraved runes that