"Let the seven realms know that I have adopted a son, and his name is Theras Prime."
The lord's voice echoed through every corner of the hall. Every gaze in that vast place shifted toward the boy standing over Jagur's still body.
And then, like a mirror shattering, the vision broke apart.
I blinked hard as the world around me twisted and pulled back. In the next moment, I found myself sitting on the chair again, my hand resting on the open book.
The eye drawn on the page stared back at me as if it were alive.
The scenes I had just witnessed replayed again and again inside my head. Theras Prime. His sword. His calm expression. His strength. And the lord adopting him. A single heavy question pressed into my mind, was that child the chained being I had seen before?
I wanted answers. I wanted to see more. So I tried to turn the page.
But the page didn't move.
