Chapter 113 The Raven's Omen

Morning in the fortress dawned with a thick mist rolling across the valley, silencing the sounds of the revelers still sleeping off the night’s indulgence. But Aria hadn’t slept. She sat in the war chamber, wrapped in a deep emerald cloak, the flickering torches casting shifting shadows on the walls. Before her, maps lay spread with new red markings—routes, symbols, clusters. She was already thinking ahead.