Chapter 47
The Trial Begins
Deep beneath Hell, where no demon dared to wander, something stirred.
The ancient darkness that surrounded the Forgotten One trembled.
He had been watching.
Not with ordinary eyes.
His awareness stretched through the shadows of Hell itself, touching places no living creature knew existed. He could hear whispers spoken behind locked doors, feel magic being summoned from miles away, and sense when destiny itself shifted.
And tonight…
Destiny had shifted.
His attention turned toward the old west tower.
He could see them.
Seraphina.
Damian.
Two people standing beneath the pale light of the moon, their voices low as they plotted against the woman whose blood carried an ancient secret.
Lyra Ashthorne.
The Forgotten One remained completely still.
He kne
