Chapter 94
Thalia
As we approached an old door made of wood that seemed hardened by centuries of magic, King Alex stopped. He uttered words foreign to my ears, and with each syllable of his voice, the carvings on the wood began to glow—symbols that had long been lost to the world. The air rippled, cold and as if coming from the depths of memory.
When the door opened, a room beyond my expectations revealed itself to us. The walls were made of white stone, but they seemed alive—because now and then, a faint light crawled across the carvings. Ancient symbols of the lineage of ancient beings, marks of protection and forgetfulness.
In the center of the room, there was a circular altar made of glass and crystal. Beneath it, water seemed to flow—not ordinary water, but rather memories, fragm
