~Kaida Orion POV~
I stared at the chest. "If there are three heirs… the clause changes. Now something bigger."
Biat looked away. Meanwhile, we gathered around the chest. Moon Priest whispered an incantation. "Let each name voice itself."
He lighted more torches, I expected flicker Instead, three pulses...red, blue, violet...shone steady and the chest vibrated.
Then the stones of walls hummed. Another whisper joined echo: a voice unlike the rest...rough, old, deeper than root.
"Sister cannot stand alone... but they cannot thrive three."
It came again, low and threatening, I felt fear coil under skin.
"I recognized that voice," whispered Biat.
It resonated with place...vault chamber inside the capital archives, repeated earlier. "House Thalia... which elder speaks from root lines."
Moon Priest frowned. "Oracle chant warned of three-fang curse: dual vessels must never summon third under royal oath, or demise follows."
