
by AMisle
Sahora never asked to be dragged back from death, especially not beneath the water, breath stolen, heart reborn with the Blood Essence burning in her veins. But when she wakes in Oliver's arms, she knows the truth: Her body is no longer hers alone. Kathera is stirring. With the shards and essences of the Stone of Ilina still scattered across the realm, the group's journey leads them to Oliver's home village of Gyra; a place where Sahora's resurrection is a crime, and Oliver's broken oath is a death sentence. But something else is waking. In the east, Carlosa feels a pull she cannot name. Her power is unraveling, her shadow slipping from her grasp, and a hunger older than Celentra itself is calling her forward. The world is breathing again. And every breath brings them closer to the truth, and the cost.
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