The hut-like structure that served as Sigora's residence was massive—it had to be, given that she regularly hosted clan leaders and distinguished warriors. The main living space was easily forty feet across, with a high-vaulted ceiling that rose nearly twenty feet at its apex. Woven panels of dried palm and carefully treated animal hides formed the walls, allowing just enough filtered sunlight to create a comfortable amber glow throughout the interior. Multiple doorways led to various rooms—sleeping quarters, a personal war room, storage, bathing chambers—creating a complex warren that had taken Jorghan several days to fully map in his mind.
She had built her residence after she arrived in the Nor'vack clan.
It had been several days since the devastating battle had ended. The fields once filled with thunderous roars and magic now lie silent, a scar upon the land. The smoke had long cleared, but its memory lingered in the air like a ghost refusing to depart.
