The Sky People trudged through the forest, the aftermath of Mount Weather’s destruction heavy in their lungs. Smoke still curled in distant columns, carrying the scent of charred stone and death, but Lexa moved with a calm purpose that suggested the war was far from over. Clarke and Bellamy followed, each step measured, their eyes scanning the shadows. The alliance with Lexa was fragile, like a rope stretched taut over a chasm, and any misstep could snap it entirely.