"Fear is a lever," Draven replied, his voice no louder than the hush that cloaked the tower, yet it carried the weight of a verdict. A pale dawn bled across the eastern rooftops, turning broken shingles to dull violet. He kept his gaze on that horizon, where smoke from fallen banners still smeared the sky like bruises that refused to fade. "But leverage only matters if we know where to place it."