Leaving neutral ground felt like stepping off a ledge.

  The road beyond the summit grounds was wide and well-kept, its stones worn smooth by generations of trade and diplomacy, but the moment Toradol’s banners passed the last neutral marker, something in the air shifted. The quiet protections of rules and witnesses vanished, replaced by open sky and unguarded distance.

  No one said it aloud.

  But everyone felt it.

  Sei rode near the center of the small delegation, Eva half a step behind and to his right as she had taken to doing without comment. Brannic rode ahead, posture straight, eyes scanning the road as if expecting it to argue with him.

  The summit already felt unreal—like a place that existed only to apply pressure and then release it all at once.

  Severin’s voice, however, lingered.

  Not the words themselves, but the shape of them. The way they had been offered like observations instead of threats. The way they assumed an ending without ever stating it.

  Sei flexed his fingers once around the reins.

  Nothing flared. Nothing answered.

  The power inside him remained quiet, coiled somewhere beneath sensation, attentive but restrained. It didn’t push. It didn’t pull.

  It waited.

  That, more than anything, unsettled him.

  Day One

  They stopped at a roadside post by midafternoon—little more than a stone well, a lean-to, and a few traders resting their animals. Conversation faltered as the Toradol group approached.

  Not silence.

  Hesitation.

  Eyes lingered longer than politeness allowed. A merchant whispered something too quickly to be coincidence. A guard straightened, hand drifting toward a spear before relaxing again.

  Sei felt it then—not fear exactly, but attention.

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  Someone recognized him.

  Not his face.

  His presence.

  A woman approached cautiously while Eva watched from the edge of her vision. She bowed awkwardly, too deep, too fast.

  “You’re… the healer,” the woman said. It wasn’t a question.

  Sei hesitated. “I help where I can.”

  The woman nodded, relief and uncertainty warring across her features. “My cousin heard what you said. At the gathering. He said you spoke like someone who meant it.”

  She glanced around, lowered her voice. “Some people don’t like that.”

  Sei didn’t know how to respond.

  She thanked him anyway and retreated, leaving behind a ripple of whispers that didn’t follow him so much as spread.

  Eva moved closer. “They know,” she said quietly.

  Sei exhaled. “They don’t know anything.”

  “That won’t stop them from deciding,” Eva replied.

  Day Two

  By the second day, the rumors had grown legs.

  At a small crossing near a stream, someone offered Sei water with shaking hands and refused payment. Another man turned away sharply when Sei met his eyes, muttering something under his breath that included the word Dominion.

  That one stung.

  Sei felt the pressure inside him shift—not spike, not surge. Just… acknowledge. A faint warmth bloomed briefly in his palm and then faded, as if the power itself were listening to the accusation and filing it away.

  He hated that.

  He hadn’t acted. He hadn’t spoken.

  And already, things were being attributed to him.

  Brannic rode back to match pace with him as the road climbed gently into higher ground.

  “The king has called for a full council review,” Brannic said, voice low and even. “Everything from the summit will be discussed. Decisions will be made.”

  Sei nodded. He’d expected that.

  “They won’t be rash,” Brannic continued. “But they won’t ignore what happened either.”

  Sei looked ahead at the road, long and open and suddenly far too exposed. “I wouldn’t expect them to.”

  Brannic studied him for a moment. “Good. Then you understand this isn’t punishment.”

  “No,” Sei said quietly. “It’s accounting.”

  Brannic’s mouth twitched, just slightly. “An apt word.”

  That night, they camped beneath open sky.

  No walls. No banners.

  Just firelight and the sound of wind moving through tall grass.

  Sei sat apart from the others, watching the darkness beyond the fire’s reach. He could feel the space inside him where the power rested—not demanding, not restless.

  Present.

  Nearby, Eva and Brannic spoke in low tones, their words too careful to drift. Messengers would be sent. Reports would be written. Conversations would happen that Sei would not be part of.

  He understood that too.

  The summit hadn’t ended when they left.

  It had simply changed location.

  Sei closed his eyes briefly, breathing in the cool night air. For a moment, he wished—just faintly—for exhaustion. For the familiar weight of fatigue to drag him into something simple.

  It didn’t come.

  When he opened his eyes again, the road ahead was swallowed by darkness, stretching onward without promise or warning.

  Tomorrow, they would keep moving.

  And when they reached Toradol, there would be questions.

  Not shouted.

  Not accused.

  But asked carefully—by people who needed answers, and people who wanted leverage.

  Sei stared into the night, the quiet pressing in from all sides.

  The fighting hadn’t followed him home.

  The reckoning had.