Chapter 155

Author POV

The body was laid on stone.

No shroud. No ceremony.

Just flesh, cold and wrong.

The sigils carved into the corpse’s chest were precise—too precise. Not the wild scrawl of a curse gone feral, but the clean lines of someone who had studied magic long enough to make it look ancient.

Elder Mira knelt first.

Her fingers hovered above the markings. She did not touch.

“This was done to imitate Kaia’s resonance,” she said quietly.

Caleb’s jaw tightened. ...