Chapter 97- Dawn Over Drakenholt

Elowen POV

Aetheros had never been this quiet.

No alarms. No ash. No echo of death in the wind.

For the first time in years, the fae lands breathed in unison with the living. The crystal rivers ran clear again, the forest canopy shimmered with dew, and the rebuilt towers of Drakenholt Castle glea...

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