EPISODE 46 - TO ENTER, YOU MUST BECOME

(POV Aeltiàfisar) Fheall dragged me all the way back to the training grounds. Nalar and Inmus are out there, guiding a group of very young elves through their first sparks of magic. Careful. Patient. My brother is overseeing everything. He looks up as we approach—confused. He wasn't expecting us. We don't slow down. "Come with us," Fheall orders. Sharp. Unquestionable. "But—" he starts. "Later. Questions later. Move." Something in her tone cuts through his hesitation. He follows. We lead him into a secluded clearing. Fheall raises her hands... inhales... Then exhales. A single breath. Focused. Powerful. Light gathers in front of us—condensing into a golden cloud. And within it— Two figures. The Orc King. The Troll King. We go still. Listening. They're speaking to a troll—judging by his…