The tent still vibrated with the echoes of hammers striking abyssium in the distance. The ground itself seemed to resonate beneath the convoys sinking into the mud. Above the map stained with wine and blood, Sae leaned forward, her icy eyes locked into mine.
— The Gorge is no longer a battlefield, she murmured. It's a forge. Five days, and already everything burns with your name.
I let out a dry breath, my fingers sliding over the black lines of the roads still under construction.
— Because everything has been divided. Everything has been ordered.
Nyss, leaning against the table, gave a smile that looked more like a bite than an approval.
— Kaelira growls, but she obeys, she said. She supervises the Seven Thorns and the extraction of abyssium with Liora. She pacifies the valleys, hangs the bandits, and watches over the roads as if each stone were a fortress. That's Kaelira, through and through. The Gorge belongs to her as much as to you now.
