Where Truth Has No Shelter The Ashen Vale truly lived up to its name. It sprawled out like a vast, scorched basin, a deep gash in the earth that looked like an ancient wound—stone bleached white from old fires, soil cracked and fragile after centuries of forgotten magic. No trees dared to grow here. No birds flew across its skies. Even the wind seemed to hold back, opting for a whisper instead of a howl. This was a place where battles had once brought civilizations to their knees. And today, it lay in wait once more. Aria sensed it the moment she crossed the threshold. The air shifted. Magic felt thin—flattened—stripped of its usual flair. Here, power didn’t roar or shimmer; it stood bare, unprotected, unable to hide behind symbols or beliefs. “Be careful,” Selene whispered beside her. “The Vale reveals intention before strength.” Aria nodded, already feeling the weight of it. Behind her, banners fluttered as delegations arrived from all corners—packs, covens,
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