The streets of Winter's Crown were alive with the murmur of merchants and commoners, but beneath the surface, Damien could feel it—the shift. News of the council's meeting would spread fast, and whispers of the Lord Protector's next move would soon follow. Every step they took away from the palace felt like walking deeper into unseen crosshairs.
Eldermere.
The name alone carried weight. A forgotten kingdom swallowed by ruin and silence, lost to time and fear. If the second seal was truly there, then the past was more dangerous than any enemy they had ever faced.
Dante strode beside Damien, his usual smirk replaced with something sharper. "We need to leave before the Silent Order realizes where we're going."
Carys nodded. "They won't try to stop us in the open, but once we're outside the capital? That's another story."
Erynn's silver eyes flickered with thought. "We need supplies, maps, anything we can find about Eldermere before we set out."