A Daughters Wrath

Elder Vane’s POV

The world still felt unsteady beneath my feet, as if the earth itself was reeling from all the blood it had been forced to drink. The courtyard smelled of iron and ash, and every shadow carried the weight of the screams that had echoed only moments before. My chains were gone, my robes were torn, but I was still breathing. That in itself felt like a miracle I did not deserve.

And