Chapter 153: Bloodlines Entwined
The silence after the sealing didn't last.
Celeste could feel it even before she opened her eyes. A ripple of something sharp and ancient brushing against her consciousness, like a thread being pulled through the weave of her soul. It wasn't just the ritual. It wasn't just the gate.
It was her.
She sat up slowly on the bedroll laid out in the healer's tent, blinking against the pale morning light. Her head throbbed in slow, persistent beats. Each pulse echoed with a memory not entirely hers—burning cities, the taste of ash, voices in languages not spoken for centuries. Screams muffled by time. Faces distorted by pain. And always, a flash of silver and violet, a sigil she couldn't yet place.
