Whispers from the Ruined Throne

Previously

…“How?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Elara smiled, a radiant, determined smile that held the promise of a coming dawn. “We will find a way,” she said. “We will use every alleyway, every marketplace, every quiet corner. We will make our voices heard, Lysander. We will make them undeniable.” The whispers, she knew, were about to grow louder. And this time, they would not be easily ignored. The ruined throne, for all its imposing might, had underestimated the power of a single, courageous voice, and the echoes it could create.