Chapter 58: Silver's Almost Victory
Narrator's POV
The high council chamber of Moonfall had always been an amphitheater of polite savagery, a place where executioners wore silk robes instead of black hoods and the executioner's axe was replaced by a well-timed whisper.
Today, the scent of burning cedar and stale tension hung thick in the air.
The ancient chamber had witnessed wars that never touched a battlefield, betrayals that never required spilled blood, and murders committed with nothing but carefully chosen words. The towering stone pillars surrounding the room carried the engraved names of leaders long gone, wolves who had once believed their choices would define generations.
Perhaps they had.
Perhaps everyone who entered this room was simply another piece in a game started centuries before them.
