The night before the march to Oakhaven, the mountain fell into a tranquil, sacred silence. High on the private balcony of the Obsidian Spire, the autumn wind was gentle, carrying the crisp scent of winter snow and distant evergreen forests. Above, the stars burned bright and clear in the velvet sky, untouched by storm clouds. Auren stood with his arms wrapped around Lyra's waist, his chin resting against her dark…
Keep reading in the app
This chapter is in the Booknovel app. Unlock it with coins, a short ad, the free timer or VIP.
Scan with your phone camera
Opens chapter 75 directly. New readers get free coins.