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Chapter 131: The Hidden Architect

Author: Anala
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-21 15:57:49

I didn’t move.

My breath caught somewhere between disbelief and recognition. My grandmother—Liora Weber—had died before I could walk, or so I had always been told. But now she stood before me in flesh and shadow, her presence calm, calculating, and somehow deeply rooted in the very ley lines we had been tracking.

She stepped fully into the dying light of the conduit chamber. Her silver hair shimmered like a blade under the fractured sunlight breaking through the crumbling roof. There was no mistaking her. The resemblance was uncanny—but her energy, that was what sealed it. She carried the same authority I had once only felt around Council elders. Only stronger. Older.

“You’re supposed to be dead,” I said, my voice a whisper.

“I was,” she answered plainly. “Just not in the way you think.”

Maxwell took a defensive step forward, half-shielding me with his body. “If you’re alive, then where the hell have you been while your bloodline burned?”

Her eyes flicked to him—sharp, assessing. “Wat
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