Chapter 85: A New Legend

The dawn that broke over Greyhove the day after the battle was unlike any other. The oppressive gloom that had clung to the city for years, a spiritual residue of the Davidsons' tyranny, had been scoured away by the Kirin's wrath. The sky was a brilliant, crystalline blue, and the air itself felt lighter, cleaner, as if the entire metropolis had exhaled a breath it had been holding for a generation. In the days that followed, the city moved with a speed and decisiveness that was breathtaking....