Nymera’s POV
They called it a judgment.
But it was a funeral dressed in ceremony.
The Seer stood in the center of Hollowfang’s shattered court, a circle of scorched earth ringed by thirteen Council chairs and too many guards with hands on their hilts. Her veil shimmered with old runes, her skin untouched by time, her voice more wind than flesh.
I stepped into the circle without flinching.
Kaelith tried to follow. They stopped him.
Dain stood behind the Seer.
He didn’t speak.
He didn’t look at me.
Just stared forward like this wasn’t happening.
Like it wasn’t his doing.
The Seer lifted her hand.
“The girl who bears the marks of three,” she said, “stands before fate.”
Her voice didn’t echo. It invaded.
A ripple of unease spread through the onlookers.
“Two have chosen you,” she
