Mia’s POVThe silence in the war hall wasn’t peaceful—it was waiting.Heavy.Ancient.Like the air remembered what had once happened here and was holding its breath for what was about to happen again.I stood in the center, palms pressed against the cold edge of the obsidian table, staring at the six chairs that circled its heart. None of them were labeled, but they didn’t need to be. Each bore a sigil carved in elemental stone: flame, fang, moon, void, bone, and storm.Five of them were filled.The sixth, newly claimed.The seventh—still missing.Behind me,
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