Chapter 393

Elara's POV

The moment I stepped out of Vane Group's towering headquarters, the cold wind of Prime Citadel cut across my face, carrying the faint metallic tang of winter and wolfsteel from the forges nearby. Before I could breathe properly, I saw someone striding toward me with urgent steps.

Zorath.

His scent-cool pine layered with the smoky trace unique to the Steelmaw Recon Unit-hit me first. Hi