Chapter 143

*Elora*

The moment my fingers brushed the rune Varis had pointed to, a spark leapt beneath my skin. Not flame. Not magic. Memory. Ancient, buried, and not mine.

The sigil wasn’t large. Barely the width of my palm. Etched in the center of my wrist by instinct, not intention. I hadn’t known what I was drawing—but the shape had bled out of me like breath, familiar and inevitable.

Varis had recognized