Chapter 1787: Shadows of the Covenant

The night after the battle at the sanctum was one of quiet devastation. In the early hours before dawn, when the world still wore the shroud of sleep, the city lay in a state of hushed disarray. The triumphant glow of the ritual had faded, leaving behind lingering embers of sorrow and uncertainty. In the aftermath, Liam wandered the silent corridors of the council hall, each echo of his measured footsteps a reminder of those lost in the fray. His heart was heavy with memories of sacrifice, yet a spark of determination burned steadily within him. He knew that the victory at the sanctum was but one step on a long, arduous path—and that the true test of their covenant was only just beginning.