Kapitel 871: Chapter 871: The Ghosts of Our Former Selves

The stronghold was quiet in the early morning light, a rare moment of calm amidst the chaos of recent events. Elara stood on one of the balconies overlooking the expansive forest that surrounded the stronghold. The treaty had been finalized, the next steps carefully planned, but she couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that lingered in her chest.

A soft breeze stirred the trees below, and Elara found herself lost in thought, her mind drifting to the many battles they had fought—each one more harrowing than the last. The darkness they had faced seemed endless, and though they had achieved a fragile peace, she knew it could shatter at any moment.

"You're brooding again."

Elara turned to find Lyra leaning against the doorway, her twin blades strapped to her back, a playful grin on her face. Despite her lighthearted tone, Lyra's eyes held a knowing depth. She had seen the same darkness as Elara, fought the same battles.