CHAPTER 31: OLD TALES, THE PROPHECY
The wind had a strange voice tonight.
It whispered through the jagged cracks of the ruined temple walls—old stone swallowed by ivy and time—like it remembered every name that had been lost to history.
Catleya sat in the center of a circle carved in runes she didn’t understand, her back resting against an old tree whose roots coiled like serpents through the crumbling earth. Her hands lay over her abdomen, fingers trembling slightly.
She could feel him now.
Caelum.
The child growing inside her wasn’t just part of her. He was awakened. Conscious. Connected.
And he was strong.
Too strong.
That was what frightened her most.
“I don’t understand…” she whispered, pressing her palm harder over the slight swell beneath her dress. “Why do you burn like t
