Chapter 48: The Crisis Unfolds

The clearing was eerily silent as Rayka halted her horse at the edge of the shadowed grove, her heart pounding in her chest. The sun had nearly set, casting long, golden rays through the trees, but the light felt distant, cold. Across from her, where she had expected to find Cassian and his soldiers, a figure cloaked in black stood alone.

Rayka’s instincts screamed at her to turn back, to retreat, but she forced herself to stay calm. She was here to negotiate, to ensure the safety of her people, and nothing was going to deter her from that. Yet, this new figure was an enigma. Whoever this was, they had anticipated her arrival, but the absence of Cassian made Rayka uneasy. Had he sent someone else in his place? Was this a test?

The figure stepped forward, the hood of their cloak shifting enough to reveal a man’s face—sharp, angular, and with eyes that gleamed unnaturally even in the fading light.

“You’ve come,” he said, his voice smooth and almost amused, as if he had expected no less