Alarielle's blood ran cold, and she felt the weight of the wraith's gaze settle on her like a freezing grip. All eyes shifted to her, the forest suddenly feeling even more suffocating. Alarielle's heart pounded, the wraith's words echoing in her head.
Zār's voice cut through the tension, calm but insistent. "What are they talking about? What are you?" His tone was unwavering, but the look in his eyes showed that he was just as caught off guard as she was, searching for answers in the chaos.
"I... I..." Alarielle stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. How could she explain a lineage that had always been a mystery to her, murky and tangled? What little Illiana had told her still felt too surreal, too impossible to fully accept. The idea that she might be some kind of link between two
