C391 THE NEW WORLD

"He is breathing, but the man who left is not the one who stood before that gate," Damon said, his voice echoing through the stone halls of the Alpha Keep. He slammed a heavy map onto the wooden table, his large hands flat against the surface. "Elias is wearing the King’s mark now. The weight of it is already beginning to change the air around him."

Aria sat by the narrow window