The Hidden Hybrid’s Redemption
He looked up, his golden eyes reflecting the brilliant glare of the liquid silver, and offered a deep, respectful bow that rippled through the nearby workers.
"The purity of the High Court's silver is unparalleled, Queen Lyra," Vance called up, his voice straining to carry over the roar of the blast furnaces. "We aren't just forging standard blades. We are tipping ten thousand arrows with this metal. We are casting silver mesh to line our front-line shields. When the High King’s remaining loyalist packs clash with us on the plains, their own claws will break against the very element they fear most."
I leaned over the railing, my voice dropping into that double-toned sovereign resonance that