The chamber beneath Velmira’s temple was colder than before. Rosalinda stood in the center, surrounded by flickering runes and relics that pulsed with ancient energy. Seraphine circled her slowly, murmuring incantations in a language that felt both foreign and familiar.

Azrakar leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching with unreadable eyes.

“You are not just the Flame reborn,” Seraphine said. “You are the last heir of the _Bloodline of Veyra_. The line that once sealed the Rift ...