Chapter 27 – Corvina Strikes
The corridors of the Winterhall Palace whispered like a warning.
Eira paused at the base of the grand stairwell, fingers clutching the edge of her cloak, her mind still heavy from the Oracle’s haunting proclamation: “Only a soul that relinquishes its deepest desire can shatter the curse.”
What was her deepest desire? To live? To love? To belong?
She didn’t know anymore.
And Selis’s silence had returned with an eerie stillness. No scathing thoughts. No whispers from the mirror. Just... nothing.
She should have felt relief. Instead, she felt like the eye of a storm—calm before destruction.
“Lady Elyanora,” came a familiar, lilting voice. Smooth. False. Laced with venom.
Eira turned.
Corvina stood beneath the hanging chandelier, her silver-embroidered gow
