The palace courtyard was silent.
Every pair of eyes remained fixed on the glowing mark on the back of Nysera’s hand.
“The Mark of the Chosen Queen…” Elder Cassian whispered. “It hasn’t appeared in over a thousand years.”
Nysera traced the silver symbol with her fingertips.
It was warm.
Almost… alive.
“What does it mean?” she asked.
No one answered.
Even the elders looked uncertain.
Finally, Lady Selene stepped forward.
“It means the Moon Goddess has chosen you.”
Draven frowned.
“Then the legends are true.”
Inside the royal library, ancient scrolls were spread across a massive oak table.
Elder Cassian carefully opened the oldest of them.
“The three sacred relics were created after the First Blood War.”
He pointed to a faded drawing.
“The Crown of Dawn.”
“The Blade of Eclip
