Chapter 7: The Guardian's Flight

The Silvervein Root was a bitter, gritty paste on my tongue, but its effect was swift. Within minutes, the sharp, grinding agony of the Bond receded to a dull, distant throb. It wasn't gone—I could still feel the phantom tether pulling me east, a constant, nagging reminder—but it was manageable. For the first time in days, I could think clearly. The fog of pain lifted, leaving behind the cold, hard reality of my situation. Kaelen’s visit had changed everything. The raw pain in his eyes...