The air around us felt thicker as we stepped deeper into the ruins, as if the stones themselves were alive with memories, old and forgotten. The walls loomed over us, jagged and broken, as though time had cracked them open just enough to let the past seep through.
And in the middle of all that darkness, I could feel it. The weight of what was coming. The pull, the pressure, the undeniable truth that something was waiting for me here. Something I had been waiting for without even knowing it.
We had followed Ezekiel’s voice, the rasp of it still echoing in my head, leading us to the heart of the Citadel. His words, heavy with centuries of knowing, had shifted something inside me. It’s not just you, Selene. It’s her. The one they thought was gone.
The name still echoed in my mind, the weig
