Chapter 29 The Reckoner's Mask

The wind howled through the peaks of the Midnight Mountains, scattering loose snow and whispers alike. Somewhere deep in the heart of the old world, something ancient stirred—and Aria felt it, like a chill in her bones that had nothing to do with the cold. She stood atop the ceremonial stones, cloaked in deep silver, surrounded by runes that pulsed faintly beneath her bare feet.