Chapter 78 The Echo Beyond Flame

The silence that followed the Wraithborn’s retreat was not comforting—it was foreboding. It pressed down on the caravan like a heavy fog, thick with unspoken dread. Aria sat on a flat rock near the scorched crater, her fingers trembling despite the fire still burning in her veins. Dominic hadn’t left her side since the battle ended, his presence a silent guard, his concern etched in the tension of his jaw. “Did you hear it?” she asked softly, breaking the silence.