The forge is ash. The bells are silent. But storms do not rest.

Elyria has destroyed Drexar's ember and shattered the Circle's chains, but victory leaves her scarred. Her storm flickers restless, haunted by whispers of fire that will not die. Cassian's shadows bleed thin after binding her through the battle, and Alira carries the scars of captivity, determined to stand guard over a valley still learning how to breathe free.

Yet silence can be as dangerous as song.

The Circle may be broken, but its embers smolder in secret places. Old vows stir, and new chains are being forged in shadows. Elyria must face not only the ruin she carries inside her but the truth of what it means to wield a storm that belongs to no one—not Drexar, not Cassian, not even the Circle.

Because storms cannot be bound.
But storms can break.