The sun never rose over Flamegrave.
Not really.
It hung in the sky like a smoldering eye, casting no warmth—just dull red haze that bled through the thick clouds.
Rivan stepped cautiously across the ashen ground, boots sinking slightly with every step. It was like walking through the memory of a battlefield: blackened rock, scorched bones, and heat that radiated without flame.
Selina walked beside him, her skin faintly glowing as the Core adjusted to the high thermal resonance.
Kael scouted ahead, blade drawn, each step calculated. His usual snark had vanished the moment they passed into the boundaries marked by melted totems.
"This place is wrong," Selina whispered. "The earth remembers pain."
[LustCore Adaptive Scan: Territory Classified – Post-System Collapse Zone]
[Environmental Peril Rating: HIGH. Flame Signature Detected Beneath Surface Layers.]
Rivan exhaled slowly. "The Silver Crown sent Dorian here?"
