CHAPTER 116: THE RELIC’S WHISPER

Lumora’s sanctum glows, starlight weaving through vines curling over rune-carved stone. Cool air brushes my skin, scented with moss and faint star-dust. I am Aelys, mortal, steady, lunar mark a faint scar, silvered hair loose across my shoulders. Lena’s spark pulses bright in my chest, anchoring me to the Veil’s fragile weave. My blade, Elara’s runes carved deep, rests sheathed as I stand with Kalia, Nyxara, Lysara, Veyra, and Theryn in the sanctum’s heart. The Veil’s thread hums soft in my heart, trembling under a distant cosmic hum. Kalia kneels before a radiant relic—a crystal pulsing with starlight—set on a stone pedestal. Her blue aura glows, rift-touched orb shimmering in her hands, sealed cracks glinting. Her twin-star eyes trace the relic’s veins, breath even, fingers steady. I rest a hand on her shoulder, voice low, cutting through the hum. “Kalia, see its truth.” She nods, lips firm, orb sparking, eyes distant, Lena’s spark mirrored.

Nyxara stands beside the pedestal, cloake