The road to Valvain was not chosen.
A name earned. A title feared. A city that watches.
They arrive seeking purpose-but find politics masked as faith, power draped in velvet, and a throne waiting to bleed.
At the edge of ceremony, something breaks:
a king,
two women who died reaching,
a mutt who wouldn't kneel.
What began as Guild ascent becomes a reckoning.
The third chapter in the Ashira Mythos.
Another silence.
Another truth that will not bow.