Selene hadn’t slept, Not truly. Not since the vision. Not since the memory of Orion’s betrayal returned in full. The image was etched into her thoughts now: the open gates, the blood, the lies. It was no longer a dream, no longer a maybe. She had seen it, lived it. Felt it.
And now she was certain She had to leave.
Not just to escape the lies, but to remember everything. She needed the truth back—all of it. And she knew she would never find it inside these walls, where every path was watched and every word carefully fed to her. She would have to be clever. Silent. Ruthless.
She was not the girl who had woken in these ruins weeks ago, dazed and compliant. She was Seléthis of Lunaris, and she was done being controlled.
The ruins were ancient, but she knew them better than anyone. Deep be
