Chapter 138: Into the Lion’s Den

The air in Winter's Crown carried the weight of impending war. Damien's forces had struck a devastating blow against Calder's supply lines, but the victory had come at a cost. Calder had anticipated the attack, and though his resources were dwindling, he still commanded a dangerous force.

Damien stood on the balcony overlooking the city, his steel-gray eyes fixed on the distant horizon. The fires from the battle in the Scarlet Highlands still lingered in his mind, a reminder that Calder was far from defeated. The enemy was cornered—but a cornered beast was always the most dangerous.

Footsteps sounded behind him. He didn't turn. "What is it, Amara?"

Amara leaned against the railing beside him, her sharp blue eyes scanning the skyline. "You look like you're brooding again."

Damien smirked faintly. "Just thinking."

"That's dangerous," she quipped. "You usually think right before you do something reckless."