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Chapter 25

Author: Melanin
last update publish date: 2026-04-06 08:50:38
Lana’s POV

The light crept through the tall windows of the Accord Hall, pale and cold, spilling across the polished stone floor. The banners of each territory hung heavy in the still air, their colors muted in the morning haze. Beneath them, the great table waited — a ring of oak and iron carved with the sigils of old alliances.

I stood near the far end, watching the hall fill. Delegates moved like ripples across still water, voices low and deliberate. Every word mattered here. Every gesture car
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    Lana’s POVThe light crept through the tall windows of the Accord Hall, pale and cold, spilling across the polished stone floor. The banners of each territory hung heavy in the still air, their colors muted in the morning haze. Beneath them, the great table waited — a ring of oak and iron carved with the sigils of old alliances.I stood near the far end, watching the hall fill. Delegates moved like ripples across still water, voices low and deliberate. Every word mattered here. Every gesture carried history.Warren entered a few moments later, his expression calm but unreadable. He wore no armor, only the deep red cloak of Red Moon, its edges embroidered with new thread. It looked almost ceremonial, though it was still frayed from travel.When his gaze found mine, something in his eyes softened. The smallest acknowledgment, shared in silence, before he turned to greet the others.The envoy from the High Council, Lord Theron, raised his hand for quiet. “The accords of midsummer convene,

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