Chapter 225

The chamber did not vanish this time.

It clung to me like smoke, and I was dragged deeper into Sorana’s world, like she wanted to make sure I saw everything.

Days passed—or what felt like days. I saw fragments, like shards of glass reflecting a story too sharp to hold.

Sorana moving through the stone corridors with her hair undone, the tired smile of a woman who gave too much but believed it was