Chapter 303: Echoes of the Bloodline

The path toward the wounded mountain was steep and treacherous, littered with the debris of Emery's ascent. The air grew colder, thinner, carrying the faint, metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of burnt earth. Waltez Village lay behind them, a place finally awakened from its long nightmare, its people now allies rather than accusers. Yet, as Caden climbed, a disquiet settled deep in his soul, a question that gnawed at him with more persistence than the biting wind. He understood the Awakening...