Chapter 141: Shadows of the Past

Winter's Crown had found peace, but for Damien, the echoes of war never truly faded. The city streets were bustling once more, filled with merchants, scholars, and families rebuilding what had been lost. The people called it The Era of Renewal, but Damien knew better—peace was never permanent. It was something that had to be guarded.

And he was the one who had to guard it.

Standing atop the palace battlements, Damien watched the sunrise paint the sky in shades of crimson and gold. His steel-gray eyes flickered with thought. He should have felt relief, maybe even satisfaction. Instead, he felt… restless.

The war had shaped him, turned him into a weapon forged through fire and blood. Now, with no more battles to fight, he found himself searching for purpose beyond war.

"Brooding again?"

Damien smirked without turning. "You always sneak up on me, Amara."