Becomeruth you seek lies within your kingdom," the voice whispered, ancient and knowing, laced with something that felt like pity and mockery at once. "And the one who awakened the Whisperer... she does not even know she is the key."
Kaelith stood at the edge of an unfamiliar dream, his breath shallow as the words seeped into him. He strained to see through the mist of the vision, trying to identify the person the voice referred to. Many had come to Zarethrone seeking shelter. Refugees. Survivors. Faces blurred in pain and desperation.
"You've seen her before," the voice continued. "Recently, a woman and her grandson were granted sanctuary in Zarethrone. They fled their home in search of peace, safety, and freedom. Their village had become cursed by unrest."
The haze parted just enough for Kaelith to see two figures standing before him. Recognition struck his chest like a blow. Gileth... and Nigel.
