The Echohold Awakens

The Glasswood was alive, a cathedral of light and breath, but what waited within its heart stole even Azura's voice. The Veymount Echohold rose from the mountain like a dream carved in stone, its golden veins pulsing with ancient power. Here, beneath columns that sang with memory, Azura and Elijah crossed from silence into wonder, from wonder into confession, and from confession into a kiss that could burn a kingdom. But the Echohold does not wake quietly-and in the shadows, mage eyes were already watching.