Chapter 53 The Gathering Storm

The walls of their temporary stronghold had become a suffocating reminder of everything that had transpired. Isla stood alone in the center of the grand hall, staring at the map that lay spread across the table before her. It wasn’t just a map of the world—it was a map of the fractured power structure that had once been controlled by the Council and was now teetering on the edge of chaos. Dominic entered the room quietly, his footsteps echoing softly in the vast, empty space. He watched her for a moment, his eyes softening with concern, before speaking.