Aurenya’s POV
The moment Draven started speaking, the world changed.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
Just… deeply.
Like something beneath reality had been unlocked.
His voice wasn’t chanting.
It wasn’t magic in the way stories described it.
It was controlled.
Precise.
Each word landing in the air like it had weight.
Rhydan’s grip on me tightened immediately. “What is he doing?”
Kaelor stood near the broken window, eyes locked outside. “Calling it.”
“No,” Rhydan snapped. “I meant how.”
Draven didn’t answer either of them.
He just continued.
And with every word—
the bond inside me reacted.
Not violently anymore.
Not like before.
This was worse.
This was recognition.
Like something long asleep was being spoken to in its original language.
My breathing stuttered.
“…It’s r
