The Heart of the Queen: Legacy of The Moonborn
They shimmered as if carrying centuries of untold memories, and the air in the room seemed to crackle at their intensity.
The awakened one pushed himself upright, his movements cautious, as though testing the world. His gaze swept the room, confusion knitting his brow. “Where… where am I?” His voice was hoarse, yet steady, carrying a resonance that made the shadows recoil slightly. “Who… who are you?”
The torch-holder leaned closer, letting the light illuminate his own face. A subtle, almost triumphant smile curved his lips. The awakened man’s eyes widened with recognition, flickering with a mixture of disbelief and dawning awareness.