Chapter 1840: The Ashen Bloom

The descent from the Iron Peaks was a journey through a world reborn. The air, once sharp with the bite of frost, now carried the faint warmth of the Cinder Vale's lingering fire. The stones beneath the caravan's feet seemed to hum with residual energy, as though the mountains themselves remembered the crucible their travelers had endured. Yet, as the group wound their way down narrow paths, the promise of renewal was shadowed by an unease that clung to the edges of their resolve—a whisper that the flames had awakened more than just hope.