Chapter 499: The Weight of the Prophecy
Eldric's eyes widened sharply, lenses glinting as he adjusted his glasses with trembling fingers. He leaned back slightly in his chair, the polished wood creaking beneath him, and the room fell into a tense hush.
"Wait," he said sharply, voice cutting across the council hall. "Hold on a minute. There's something I do not quite understand."
All heads turned toward him. Sophia met his gaze steadily, her expression calm, though her pulse beat faster beneath her skin. Even Orion's eyes narrowed slightly, the hint of caution flitting across his otherwise unreadable face.
"I'm very certain I heard this incorrectly," Eldric continued, voice taut, adjusting his glasses once more as if that would steady his thoughts. "Sophia… the Luna?" He paused, incredulous. "How is that even possible?"
