(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW)"Is it a white flag or just a different shade of surrender?" Sofia stood on the precipice of the Citadel’s high bridge, her crystalline fingers digging into the stone railing. The sapphire light within her forearms hummed a low, agitated frequency that vibrated against her bones. Far below, a single, ivory-colored skiff drifted toward the gates, flanked by no escort and carrying no weapons. It was a stark contrast to the jagged, obsidian war machines that usually patrolled the Eldergloom skies."It’s an envoy, Sofia. The scanners are clear. No Void-bombs, no hidden psychic dampeners, just one man and a message," Nomo replied, leaning over the console of his portable tracker. He looked up at her, his face etched with a weariness that the dim twilight couldn't hide. "The Queen is playing nice. That’s usually when people start losing their heads.""Seraphina doesn't play. She calculates," Sofia muttered. She felt the Heartstone in her chest tighten, its sap
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