Zara's POV
The Vessel didn't just hum anymore. It roared..A low, bone-deep vibration rattled through my spine, as if the marble beneath me had come alive. Symbols flared on every stone surface, gold lines pulsing like veins across the walls, the floor, the altar itself. The mirror in the center glowed, rippling like the surface of disturbed water, and I….I couldn't look away.
The second my fingers brushed it again, the world cracked open..It wasn't a memory..It was an invasion.
A storm of lives, layered and violent and impossible to hold. They tore through my mind with no order, no mercy, dozens of versions of me, living and dying and fighting and rising again.
I stood in deserts, cloaked in ash and fury. I stood in palaces, draped in silver and judgment. I stood on battlefie
