(Reina’s POV)
A cold wind howled through the chamber, whipping my hair around my face as the weight of the prophecy settled over me. I could still hear the echo of the Guardian’s warning in my head.
"You must choose, Daughter of the Goddess. Power… or sacrifice."
Kyle’s grip on my waist tightened. His golden eyes, usually filled with unwavering confidence, now held an edge of desperation. “There has to be another way, Reina. We’ll find it.”
Rowan stood beside us, his arms crossed, his face grim. “The Ancients won’t wait for us to figure it out. If we don’t act soon, they’ll bring the war to us.”
I turned my gaze back to the ancient stone tablet, its glowing inscriptions casting eerie shadows against the chamber walls. The words felt alive, pulsating with energy, as if they carried the
