SILVER PACT
“And learning. Every act of rebuilding, every word of peace or division, feeds back into it. The Seed is Iluren’s heart reborn but it’s choosing its next form .
Ari stared at the swirling images within. “Then it’s waiting for a decision.”
Night fell slowly over the ruins, and they built a small camp among the whispering flowers. Siran tended the fire, though it burned silver instead of orange. Kaima lingered near the Seed, her spectral hands tracing its surface. Ari watched both of them, sensing the same undercurrent of tension she had felt since the Voice War ended.
“It’s not over,” she said finally.
Siran looked up. “The fighting?”
“The transformation,” Ari answered. “The Voice War was onl
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