The vault was a silent, pressurized space deep within the palace foundations. The air was cool and still, smelling of old stone, polished metal, and the faint, ghostly aroma of cedar from the long-empty chest now open on a central plinth. Inside, resting on a bed of midnight velvet, was the crown.It was not the gaudy, gem-encrusted diadem of human fairy tales. This was a piece of stark, purposeful beauty. A band of brushed platinum, wide and substantial. Interwoven through it, like a captured bolt of lightning, was a strand of pure, shimmering silver. Set at the front, not as a centerpiece but as a sober accent, was a single, teardrop-shaped moonstone that seemed to hold a swirling, internal mist. It was weighty. It was real. It was the physical manifestation of everything she had just learned to accept.Luna stared at it, her breath shallow. The Echo and two of the silent, elder Silver Kings stood in respectful silence near the vault entrance. Dante was
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