Chapter 348 The Price Of Peace

• The clanhold of the southern territories was a stark contrast to the grandeur of Luminaris. Built into the rugged cliffs, it reflected the resilience and independence of the clans. The air was filled with the scent of pine and smoke, the distant sound of drums echoing through the valley as the clans prepared for the council meeting.
• Kaelen, Ariella, Aveline, and Corvin were escorted into the central hall, where the chiefs of the southern clans had gathered. Each chief wore traditional garb adorned with symbols of their lineage, their faces stoic but curious.
• Chief Dain took his place at the head of the table, his presence commanding the room. “You speak of unity and recognition, yet the scars of the crown’s betrayals run deep. What guarantee do we have that this time will be different?”