Chapter 158: Shadows in Winter’s Crown

The walls of Winter's Crown loomed in the distance, their banners rippling in the cold wind. The city stood as strong as ever, a beacon of power and control, untouched by the horrors Damien and his crew had witnessed beyond the kingdom's borders. From a distance, it looked unchanged. Peaceful. But Damien knew better. He had changed. And peace was an illusion.

The ship cut through the icy waters of the royal docks, the creak of wood and flutter of sails marking their return. Soldiers lined the harbor, standing at attention as Damien and his companions disembarked. There was no celebration, no formal welcome—only the weight of duty pressing against him as his boots hit solid ground.

Carys adjusted her cloak, eyes scanning the city. "Feels different."

Amara stretched, rolling the tension from her shoulders. "Everything feels different after what we saw."

Erynn nodded grimly. "Because now we know what's lurking beyond our borders."