Before the Veil chose her, she dreamt of silver fire. Before the Veil sang to him, she came to him in his dreams. In a realm where magic breathes, bleeds, and binds, the Veil holds the fragile balance between two worlds-whispers slipping through to those fated to hear them. High in the towers of Elandorr Helera, Castien, the newly crowned Winter King, wrestles with the silence left behind by his father's death and the looming demands of ancient rites.
The council demands a Luminant be chosen. The Veil, however, has chosen differently. Far from the court, in a forgotten village shrouded in mist and myth, Elora dreams. Of a man cloaked in frost. Of forests that breathe. Of something calling her by name. Step into the dream that started it all. This is the thread before the tether.
Before the Veil chose her, she dreamt of silver fire. Before the Veil sang to him, she came to him in his dreams. In a realm where magic breathes, bleeds, and binds, the Veil holds the fragile balance between two worlds-whispers slipping through to those fated to hear them. High in the towers of Elandorr Helera, Castien, the newly crowned Winter King, wrestles with the silence left behind by his father's death and the looming demands of ancient rites.
The council demands a Luminant be chosen. The Veil, however, has chosen differently. Far from the court, in a forgotten village shrouded in mist and myth, Elora dreams. Of a man cloaked in frost. Of forests that breathe. Of something calling her by name. Step into the dream that started it all. This is the thread before the tether.