Chapter 46: The Soul Reckoning
The chamber was ancient.
Circular. Domed. Carved from seamless obsidian that drank in the torchlight. At its center stood the Soulglass—a mirror that shimmered like water frozen in a scream, rimmed in old Velandrian runes that whispered as they shifted. The air pulsed around it, thick with magic and memory. Even standing still, Eira felt as if she were falling.
Mira had called this room sacred. Alric had forbidden her from going alone.
But the Oracle had summoned her without a word, only a pull that twisted through her chest like an invisible hook. And Eira had obeyed.
She stepped forward, each movement echoing in silence. Her breath fogged slightly, though the room held no chill.
The Soulglass rippled.
And then—her reflection moved.
No. Not her.
Sel
