They confined Talia in the old seer’s ward under the eastern spire.
It was a place built for visions too wild to control. Runes lined the walls like scars, carved not into stone—but into ancient bone. The air was thick with spell-silence, the kind that muffled sound and dulled even the strongest auras. Aria had only read about it in old Moonborn scrolls.
Now she stood in its doorway, staring at the girl inside the ward like she might disappear all over again.
Talia lay on the cot, unconscious. Her runes no longer glowed, but they hadn’t vanished. They were burned deep into her arms and shoulders now—markings that looked disturbingly permanent.
Kade watched from beside her, arms folded. “She hasn’t moved in twelve hours.”
Aria stepped closer, gaze fixed on Talia’s face. “And no one els
