The truth.
The words lingered in the throne room long after the old servant spoke them.
Silence followed.
Not ordinary silence.
A heavy silence that seemed to settle into every crack of the ancient palace.
The glowing walls cast shifting blue light across the ruined chamber. Shadows stretched along broken pillars and ancient carvings, moving with the currents that drifted through the forgotten throne room.
Tracy remained still.
Her fingers instinctively wrapped around the necklace hanging from her neck.
The crystal at its center continued to glow softly.
Alive.
Watching.
Waiting.
Across from her, the old servant stood beside the ancient throne.
His expression was calm.
But there was something beneath that calmness.
Something deeper.
A burden carried for centuries.
Konin wa
