Magic, Mayhem, and My Misplaced Soulmate

Previously

…“It’s a fabrication,” the councilor stated, his voice low and urgent. “Theron is manipulating us. He wants conquest, not peace.” The guard captain nodded, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. “Intercepted Atherian communications confirm it. Theron is making overtures to disgruntled factions within our own court. He promises them power, influence, should Atheria prevail.” A chilling realization dawned on the councilor’s face. “He intends to conquer us, not save us. We need to find Elara. She might be the only one who can stop him.” Their nascent dissent, born of suspicion and a stubborn adherence to truth, was a fragile seed in the fertile ground of war, but it had begun to sprout.