C37 THE REALM AMONG FLAMES

Rain flowed continuously over Crescent Vale, washing blood and ashes into the earth.

The storm had raged for hours, yet Damon Draven hadn’t moved.

He knelt where Elara had vanished—his black armor torn, his hands trembling, the scent of moonfire still clinging to him like a ghost.

He could still feel her – weak, distant, like a heartbeat beneath water.

But she was gone