Chapter 155 The Gate Beneath The World

The rain had returned to Aramore. Not the drenching storm from before, but a steady, rhythmic drizzle that painted the stone streets silver and filled the air with petrichor. The city had taken on a strange hush—as if it, too, was waiting. Inside the cellar of the hidden bookstore, Isabella stood before an ancient map stretched across the oak table. The parchment trembled faintly under the weight of her presence. Emberlight glowed at her fingertips, drawing the lines out from memory.