The heart's final pulse reverberated through the chamber, a deep, resonant thrum that seemed to echo in every corner of Cyril's mind. It was as if the very fabric of reality had been torn open, exposing something ancient and undeniable. The air grew thick, the weight of the truth pressing down on them both.
Cyril stood frozen, his sword lowered as he watched Ivy. Her eyes were wide, her silver hair shimmering in the ethereal glow of the heart. She looked different now—more than a Dreamwalker. She looked like someone who had unlocked the very core of existence, the past, the bloodlines that shaped their world.
For a long moment, there was only silence, broken only by the soft crackle of the heart's energy.
And then Ivy spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's all true. The bloodlin
