(Cybele's POV)
The air within the ancient palace seemed thick with mystery, but the glow of the ancient aura held a captivating allure. As I marveled at the artifacts, tracing my fingers along their intricate carvings, a sudden flash caught me off guard—a glint of reflected light that struck me right in the eye.
My hand instinctively went to shield the offended eye, and a sharp pain surged through my head. The chamber, once a place of enchantment, now blurred in disorienting waves. The diamond in my hand, once a source of fascination, felt heavier as I staggered, disoriented.
"Are you okay?" A concerned voice cut through the haze, and I squinted through the pain to see a figure approaching. A man, handsome and composed, reached out to steady me.
My inner dialogue raced, both in pain an
