The iron pillars began to hum.

Purple energy spread across the circular platform and wrapped around my ankles. It felt cold, invasive, and painfully familiar.

I had stood inside a smaller circle beneath the Silverbrook infirmary when I was fourteen. Thomas

The wind continued moving through the shattered windows as Grand Chancellor Magnus stood before the council.

Snow gathered along the edge of the platform where Cora had manifested. Broken pieces of the suppression pillars lay across the stone floor, their purple r

The anonymous message arrived the next morning.

I sat alone in the Obsidian Citadel’s grand library, surrounded by books Alistair had gathered on the Storm-Bringer lineage. Most contained only fragments—battle accounts, council prohibitions, and illustrations copie