Chapter 138: The Summons

The sun was setting behind the distant Targu mountains, casting long shadows that stretched over Jinstain’s bustling streets.

Just outside the city, where nature blocked all sight and sound of city life, Conor and Kerrigan sat in the spacious study, papers and maps spread out before them.

A small fire crackled in the hearth, its warmth comforting but not enough to ease the tension that hung in the air.

Sorcha stood by the door, vigilant as ever, her eyes constantly scanning the room and its surroundings.

Parker leaned casually against the far wall, arms crossed, but his relaxed posture was misleading. His sharp gaze never strayed far from Conor even here in their Jinstain stronghold.

Kerrigan glanced at Conor, her brow furrowed as she sorted through a stack of documents. “We’ve put Kelan on the run, and every day that he stays hidden, Gregor’s hold weakens. But it’s not enough. We need to plan our next move carefully.”

Conor nodded, his expression focused. “Kelan’s desperate, and a d