POV: Mira
The dawn broke with a blood-red hue, throwing eerie shadows over the remains of the council room. The air was thick with anticipation and the smell of burning wood. I stood at the middle of the room, the weight of generations pressing down upon me.
The remaining leaders gathered, their faces marked with fear and defiance. They had once ruled with unquestioned authority, but now, their power waned under the truth's relentless glare.
"I will not ask again," I said, my voice calm but filled with anger. "Speak now, or I will extract the truth from your very bones."
Silence hung heavy until Elder Thorne stepped forward, his eyes avoiding mine. "We... we gave suppressants when you were a child. To keep your powers dormant."
Gasps rang through the room. Ryker's face tu
