Chapter 57 The Final Siege

The moon hung high in the sky, a silent witness to the chaos unfolding below. Isla stood at the edge of the encampment, her gaze fixed on the distant silhouette of the Citadel—an ancient fortress that had stood for centuries, untouched by time and the forces of change. But tonight, it would not remain unchallenged. The battle was inevitable. The factions had come together, not out of loyalty to one another, but because they shared a single, undeniable truth: the Council had to fall.