Morgana had barely returned to Ardent Hold when the weight of the night's battle began to settle into her bones. Exhaustion tugged at her, but she knew there was no time to rest. The ruined monolith might have been destroyed, but the figure—whatever it had been—was only one piece of a larger threat. The Heart of Oaths had pulsed in warning during the battle, and that meant the danger wasn't fully behind them.
As she and her group entered the gates, the soldiers and mages they had left behind met them with concerned faces. Among them was Lord Thalion, whose sharp eyes assessed Morgana the moment she stepped through the threshold.
"Success?" he asked, though his tone indicated he already knew the answer.
