Chapter 348 The Price Of Peace

The clanhold of the southern territories was a stark contrast to the grandeur of Luminaris. Built into the rugged cliffs, it reflected the resilience and independence of the clans. The air was filled with the scent of pine and smoke, the distant sound of drums echoing through the valley as the clans prepared for the council meeting. Kaelen, Ariella, Aveline, and Corvin were escorted into the central hall, where the chiefs of the southern clans had gathered. Each chief wore traditional garb adorned with symbols of their lineage, their faces stoic but curious.