The shock of the revelation hung heavy in the air—unbearable, paralyzing. No one spoke. No one moved. Even the winds of Havenwood seemed to hush in reverence.
Sensing the turmoil in their hearts, the Seer stepped forward with grace and compassion. Her voice, though soft, carried the authority of ages.
“Your hearts still doubt,” she said gently, looking to Prince Adeodatus and Queen Selene.
“Allow me to give you a gift.
I shall return to you what was stolen—that you may believe, and no longer be unbelieving.”
With a reverent calm, she moved closer to them and placed one hand upon each of their foreheads. Her touch was light, but the moment it met their skin, a surge of energy pulsed through the air like sacred lightning. A golden shimmer passed over their eyes—memories once buried, now
