The temple did not stop shaking.
Dust rained from the towering pillars as deep cracks spread across the ancient marble floor. The silver flames burning inside the sacred braziers flickered violently, bending toward the center of the hall as though drawn by an unseen force. Every guardian stood motionless, their glowing eyes fixed upon the same point beneath the temple.
Nyra steadied herself against Kael, her breathing still uneven from the vision of the First Queen.
She could still hear those final words.
The seal is breaking.
They echoed inside her mind with terrifying clarity.
Kael tightened his grip on her arm. “What did you see?”
Nyra looked at him, her face pale.
“It wasn’t a vision.”
His brow furrowed.
“It was a memory.”
The oracle stepped closer.
“A memory left behind by
