The Road Ahead

The three of them stood on a ridge, the royal capital far in the distance. Towers of gold rose above the horizon, banners flying proud.

Ash’s jaw tightened.

That was where Lucas was. Where the royals decided who was worth freedom. Where slaves were branded and sold.

Mira asked softly, “Are we… really going there?”

Ash smirked, blood still dripping from his knuckles.

“Damn right we are. Not to beg. Not to bow. To tear the whole game down.”

He turned, the firelight of the burning world behind him, the road to vengeance ahead.

“From the streets… to the throne.”

The journey had only just begun.