BETRAYAL HEARTS, RISING FLAMES

ong shadows, making the faces around him look like warriors carved from stone-each marked by scars of survival and the weight of un

uarter, "is Lord Riven's primary supply depot. It's where his guards store weapons, foo

f we can disrupt his supplies, we weaken his hold. And thos

d Riven's men were ruthless and well-armed. But the rebels were

ded. "Something to pull the guards

can lead the infiltration.

anize the diversion. We'll hit a tavern frequ

elt the weight of responsibility settle on h

room, breathless. "Elara was seen at the city gate

entangled in the enemy's web. Yet, beneath his anger, a flicker of hope st

's labyrinthine alleys. The tavern brawl erupted as planned-a cacophony of shouts, ov

d stealth, they bypassed sentries and picked locks, entering the vault where the ledgers

f of Lord Riven's treachery. As they gathered the evid

" Mira whisp

nto the night, the city's sh

dgers across the table. "This will expose hi

r eyes. "You're more than a symb

Her presence in the city, her choices-questions gnawed at him. Was s

only the beginning. The battle for justice, for lov