Back at the tomb, the queen stood nearest to the tomb's edge, her once radiant form flickering ever so faintly now, her translucent silhouette dimmer than it had been just minutes ago.
Her hands trembled slightly. Not from fear—but from urgency. A quiet kind of desperation that had started to bloom in her chest the moment she felt Liam's energy shift. Something was changing. She could feel it in the pull of the realm, in the weight of the air. A final step. A commitment being made.
He was almost done.
"Please…" she whispered under her breath, eyes closed, head bowed slightly. "Marcus, hurry…"
The others stood a little behind her. They hadn't spoken for a while. The silence between them wasn't one of peace—it was thick with tension, with thoughts none of them knew how to voice just yet. But it was Jason who broke it, his voice hoarse.
"He had a sister?" he asked, more to himself than to anyone in particular.
Sophia blinked, pulled out of her own thoughts. "What?"
