Chapter 110: The Gathering Storm
The silence after Alaric's departure was heavier than any they had known. It was the silence of a door slamming shut on the world of law and legitimacy, and another door, deep and wet and terrifying, groaning open somewhere in the foundations of reality. They stood in the wreckage of their choices, the cottage no longer a shelter, but a glass house in a hurricane.
Aurora's vision had changed everything. Myrathis. The name was a lodestone in their minds, pulling all their scattered fears into a single, dreadful north. The political threat of Valerius, the unintended consequences of their glyphs, the militarized sterility spreading from Frosthold all of it was now a surface squall compared to the abyssal call their daughter was hearing.
