Chapter 52 The First Seal

The dawn after the ritual was unlike any other. The air held a crystalline clarity, and the sun rose not just with warmth—but with purpose. The packlands had changed. Trees shimmered faintly with silvery veins. The wind whispered Aria’s name. Aria stood on the cliff overlooking the valley, her long silver-tinged hair swaying behind her like a banner. The power from the binding still throbbed in her veins, not burning like fire, but humming like a chorus that refused to be silenced.