Silver Oath
The Crescent Fang lay in ruin, their unity shattered, their dead countless.
But in Elira’s arms, Kaelen was still.
The storm raged on, lightning striking the burning trees, thunder drowning out the sobs of the living.
And so ended the fire-bearer—not as weapon, not as savior, but as a man who tried, and failed, and still loved until the end.
The prophecy had come true. A fire had burned. But whether it redeemed or destroyed was left for those who survived to decide.