Chapter 78

The triplet moons hung high in the sky, their silver glow casting an ethereal light over the cobblestones as Selara walked past the courtyard on her way back to her chambers. The quiet hum of the night was broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves in the cool breeze. She pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders, the weight of the night pressing down on her more heavily than she liked to admit. The whispers of doubt and judgment had been growing louder, each word a dagger aimed at her composure. The city, once a place of measured respect, had become rife with murmurs of disapproval. More and more people openly criticized her for choosing not to participate in the battle that would unfold at dawn.