The temple fell silent after speaking her true name.
No one moved.
No one dared.
The ancient guardians remained kneeling, their stone swords lowered in perfect unison, while silver light flowed through the vast hall like a living river. Every eye was fixed on Nyra.
She stood motionless, unable to comprehend what she had just heard.
Aurelia Valeblood.
The name echoed through her mind with unsettling familiarity. It was not merely a title or a forgotten identity. Somehow, impossibly, it felt like a memory she had carried all her life without ever knowing it existed.
“I…” Her voice barely rose above a whisper. “That isn’t my name.”
The oracle slowly approached her, her eyes shimmering with emotion.
“It is the name your ancestors gave you.”
Nyra looked at her in confusion.
“I was ra
