The Last Ember of Eryndor
The village of Vareth lay under a sky choked with ash, its streets choked with the stench of decay. Kaela’s boots crunched over brittle grass as she knelt beside the well, her fingers brushing the rim of the iron bucket.…
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The Ember of Elarion
The air reeked of burnt pine as Kaelen stepped over the crumpled body of the scout, his boots crunching through the brittle remains of a shattered campfire. The forest around him pulsed with a low, guttural hum, like the earth…
The Ember of Aelthar
The air in the village of Virelle hung thick with the scent of pine and ash, a reminder of the fire that had scorched the eastern hills a decade past. Kael stood at the edge of the forest, his fingers…
The Last Ember of Vireth
The air in Tharvyn stank of burnt sage and old iron. Kael crouched beside the riverbank, fingers pressing into the damp earth as he scanned the tangled reeds. Somewhere in the muck, the vial lay hidden—a glass capsule no larger…
The Ember of Aetheria
The sun hung low over Aetheria, a molten coin sinking into the horizon, casting jagged shadows across the cracked earth. Lira crouched in the ruins of Veylan’s Keep, her fingers tracing the etchings on a stone tablet buried beneath layers…