While the families were debating how to reveal the truth to the world, I was entering the Chamber of Memory.
The darkness was not simply the absence of light.It was memory without form.
When the door finally closed, the silence became denser, almost physical. I felt a faint pulse in the bracelet… then another. Suddenly, a massive flow of magic surged through my entire body. It felt as if my body were contracting and expanding at the same time. The pain was unlike anything I had ever felt — or even imagined. Then, suddenly, calm. Everything returned to nothing again, and that was when I heard a voice calling me.
—I'm here —I whispered, not knowing to whom.
Then the first image appeared.
It wasn't a recent memory. I knew that immediately.
A child.It wasn't me.
It wasn't in Ireland either.
It was somewhere else. Ancient stone. Symbols on the walls. Blue torches, not normal fire. In front of me stood several adults wearing dark cloaks. I couldn't see their faces, only hear their voices.
—The bond is already stable.
—It's too soon.
—There is no alternative.
There was a man very similar to my father. He looked tense… worried.
The image changed before I could get closer.
Another scene.
A circular table, very similar to the ones the families use now, but much older. Symbols I vaguely recognized — the original seals.
And I heard a phrase I didn't remember ever hearing:
—If the bearer awakens before the expected time, he must be sealed —another man said—. We must make sure the mark passes between vessels until the right moment arrives.
For his safety… and for ours.
The bracelet vibrated more strongly.
I felt a brief pain at my temple, as if something were trying to break through a barrier.
Loose fragments began to surface:
Training I didn't remember receiving.
A female voice teaching me how to control energy.
And a phrase repeated many times:
"You must forget until the moment comes."
I breathed heavily.
The chamber responded.
The darkness in front of me began to open like a luminous crack. Not blinding, but warm… almost familiar.
I didn't understand what was happening — who the bearer was.
Far away from there, while my forgotten memories were beginning to awaken inside the Chamber of Memory, something else was happening among the families.
I didn't see it directly. But later, I learned what happened.
While they were planning how to communicate with the world leaders, Kenji suddenly interrupted.
—Sorry to interrupt, but there's something we're overlooking… and it's very important.
—What is it? —Étienne asked.
Kenji replied:
—At the ÓBroin base, the security protocols were designed to detect any magical, technological, or biological intrusion. Nothing enters without being registered. Nothing.
When they told me later, I understood what everyone thought at that moment.
If they had infiltrated so easily…
then someone was already inside.
Ciara reacted first.
—I want a full audit of internal communications. No filters.
Hours later, patterns began to emerge.
Nothing obvious. Nothing that would trigger automatic alarms. That was exactly why it was worrying.
Minimal delays in critical transmissions.
Authorized access at unusual hours.
Files consulted without clear operational reason.
Maeve was direct:
—Someone knows our protocols better than we do.
Dmitri nodded.
—Or someone helped design them.
That meant something worse.
This wasn't a recent infiltration.
It was something old.
Then reports arrived from other families.
From Japan, Hiroshi detected small but consistent alterations in historical records — more than twenty years old.
From Brazil, Isabela reported two agents missing with no energy trace. Official transfers that no one had actually authorized.
Marseille confirmed the pattern.
When I heard all this later, I understood the gravity of it.
They weren't trying to destroy us from the outside.
They were inside.
And they had been for years.
Maybe decades.
The most unsettling part was that there were no clear acts of sabotage. No attacks. No large-scale theft of information.
Just observation.
Monitoring.
Preparation.
As if they were waiting for something.
Or someone.
And then they asked the question that, sooner or later, would reach me too.
Ciara was the one who said it:
—Since when have they known about Noah exactly?
Total silence.