Chapter 108: The Spark of Defiance

The sun hung low over Valcaster, painting the city's spires with a golden glow as the streets buzzed with activity. Merchants called out their wares, and nobles strolled through the squares, their conversations tinged with an undercurrent of tension. Lady Althea's influence loomed over the city like a storm cloud, her rhetoric spreading among the discontented.

Amara moved through the crowd like a shadow, her sharp blue eyes watching every exchange, listening to every whispered word. She had spent days ingratiating herself with Althea's circle, earning the noblewoman's trust while quietly unraveling her network from within.

In a darkened corner of a bustling tavern, Amara leaned back in her chair, her voice low as she spoke to one of Damien's informants.