Attack on eastern border

Linayra hesitated, glancing around to ensure no one was within earshot. "He's... calm, for now. But you know how he is. If Lady Ellyhana pushes too far, he won't hesitate to act. And if you get caught in the crossfire…"

Jacewynn held up a hand. "I know, I know. Be careful, keep my head down, and don't provoke the emperor. Mother's usual warnings."

Linayra shook her head, her expression softening slightly. "Just... don't be reckless, Jace. Things are shifting in the empire, and you can't afford to play your games right now."

Jacewynn gave her a reassuring smile. "I'll be fine, Linayra. Don't worry about me."

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Far from the palace, Arnaryn flew through the night sky on Vryssar's back, the wind tugging at his dark cloak. The Sardore Stronghold loomed in the distance, its silhouette stark against the stormy horizon. The rain had lessened, reduced to a light drizzle that glistened on Vryssar's obsidian scales.