Chapter 218 The Children

• Celine
• The bodies are cleared, the air is still heavy with the scent of blood and magic. The exiled who swore loyalty remain kneeling, their heads bowed, the weight of my command still pressing down on them. But they won't fight us. Not now. Not ever.
• Sebastian steps forward, his eyes sweeping over the battlefield. “We hold this place,” he says, his voice firm. “The fight may be over, but we don’t move yet. We need to make sure it’s secure.”