C66 THE REMEMBERING OF THE ASHES

The new sun wasn't gold.

It was bleeding.

The crimson rays spread across the horizon, making the clouds and forests look like they were alive with light. The wind brought the sound of whispering flames, an echo that seemed to bend the air itself. The world was already shaking beneath the Age of Flame.

Elara stood at the edge of the burned valley. Her cloak was ripped