The air in the Citadel felt heavier now, thick with something I couldn’t quite name, but I could feel it vibrating in my chest, humming in the marrow of my bones. It was like the very walls were alive, as if the stones themselves were remembering something long forgotten. Something ancient. Something that had been buried—and now, it was stirring.
I reached out slowly, my fingers brushing the surface of the altar before me. It was carved from stone, ancient and worn, the edges smoothed by centuries of time, but its purpose was clear. This was where the Moon-Blessed rulers had once stood. Where they had commanded, led, and shaped the world around them.
The mark on my wrist pulsed, a familiar heat that spread through my veins, reminding me of the power that had always been a part of me. But
