Chapter 47: The Choice
The chamber was no longer made of marble and magic. It pulsed with something older—bone, memory, time itself warped by the gods’ breath. The floor beneath Eira cracked like brittle ice, exposing light and shadow veined together. Floating above the crumbling ground, she stood with her heart bare, not just to Selis, but to herself.
Across from her, Selis glimmered like a phantom sun—translucent, luminous, not whole. Her form flickered with memories that didn’t belong to Eira but lived inside her: a kiss under moonlight, Alric’s hands threading through pale golden hair, a desperate prayer before war. Selis’s soul had been fractured by time, cursed by fate, and now teetered on the edge of oblivion.
“You’ve seen what I carry,” Eira said, her voice trembling but resolut
