Embers of Fate

The city is holding its breath. The storm is about to break.Blackspire's wards are trembling. Ancient glyphs are flaring in the dark. And in the shadows of the Conclave, loyalties are shifting faster than blades.Kaelan stands at the edge of a war he didn't start. The wards are calling, and every hum feels like a countdown.Isolde has her orders. Guard the gates. Trust no one. But the whispers in th...