The night was no longer black.
It burned crimson with the fires of war, casting Blackreach in an eerie, molten glow. The city that had stood for centuries was now a battlefield where loyalty and betrayal bled together in the gutters.
Cambria's lungs ached from smoke, her body weary, but she pressed forward. Every strike of her blade carved a path through the invaders. Every heartbeat was a drum of defiance. The people fought beside her those who had once doubted, now bound to her by survival's desperate thread.
But even as she fought, her mind was elsewhere.
Where was Sophia Drake?
The Shadows of Treason
Sophia moved through the chaos like a ghost, her dark coat trailing ash. Her hands were stained with the blood of both enemies and friends. The lines had blurred long ago.
From the spire of a ruined chapel, she watched the battle unfold, her sharp eyes noting the fall of each defense line, the spread of Seraphine's forces like a plague.
She could end this.
