The air in the Order’s library hung thick with unspoken words, heavy as the ancient tomes lining the shelves. Kaelan’s accusation – a furious torrent of faith and betrayal – still echoed in Seraphina’s mind. Valerius. Lord of the Obsidian Citadel. The very embodiment of the encroaching darkness. It was a truth she had desperately tried to deny, a nightmare she’d prayed wouldn’t come to fruition.