The messages went out at dawn, Nathan used every option they had. Captain Aldric sent her fastest runners. Captain Rhea dispatched quick ships across the green water. Elder Sylvara used vines to pass the word through the forests. Corvus sent his hidden scavengers into the ruins.
The message was short and clear: The Throne is healing. The curse is gone. Come to the old palace and see for yourselves.
Three days passed. The team used the quiet time to sleep, bandage their cuts, and get their gear ready for whatever happened next. Corvus looked better every single day. The dark circles under his eyes faded. The heavy, grey light in the throne room changed. It wasn't cold and dead anymore. It felt warm and steady. The giant stone chair was actually pulling itself back together.
On the third morning, the faction leaders finally arrived.
