CHAPTER 64: THE FIRST MOON TEMPLE
LUCIEN'S POV
The air in the guest wing remained choked with the freezing, static residue of ancient magic, but the suffocating weight of the silence that followed Helene's cryptic pronouncement was far worse. The revelation of a hidden network of ancient structures buried deep within our own borders felt less like a discovery and more like the snapping shut of a beautifully designed iron trap. I could feel the blood humming frantically in my veins, a cold, clinical dread urging me to pull up every historical manuscript I had spent centuries translating, searching for the pieces of the puzzle we had so blindly missed.
