Chapter 63 - COUNCIL OF ASH AND OATH.

The scent of smoke still clung to Ryon's cloak as he stepped through the rain-slicked streets toward the looming silhouette of the Council Hall. His boots struck the cobblestones with an unyielding rhythm, every step echoing the choice he had made. He could still feel the weight of the battlefield on his shoulders—the screams, the clash of steel, the unnatural storm that had torn through the sky like the wrath of gods. Blood and Storm had been a crucible, and he had come out of it sharpened to a single purpose: the Council would hear him, or they would fall.