_Dorian's POV_
The seer took the brush from my hands, her fingers running over the worn wooden handle. A strange energy filled the room, thick and heavy, pressing against my skin like an unseen force. The candles flickered wildly. Their flames were dancing as if stirred by an invisible wind.
“This will do,” she murmured, turning the brush over and examining the strands of Lyla’s hair tangled in the bristles. Her silver eyes darkened, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something—concern, maybe even fear.
I swallowed hard. “What happens now?”
She met my gaze, her expression unreadable. “Now, we uncover the truth.”
Without another word, she moved toward a small stone altar in the center of the room. The surface was covered in symbols etched deep into the rock, glowing f
