“You’re un-weaving the stronghold itself,” Mira screamed.
The world stuttered. Kael’s army vanished. Ravenscar stood perfect—but silent. No birds. No wind. No enemy. No challenge.
“We need a miracle,” whispered Mira, his apprentice.
Mira looked at her hands: they were translucent.
“You trained us into ghosts,” she whispered.
