The vault became silent.
Not peaceful.
Not calm.
Silent like judgment.
Blue light spread slowly across the cracked floor.
The red glow vanished.
The burning stopped.
The blades of light above Sebastian and Vivian froze mid-air.
No one breathed.
Then the chamber spoke.
False destiny doctrine identified.
The words echoed across stone and bone.
Vivian felt her heartbeat stumble.
"What does that mean?" she whispered.
The chamber answered.
Original doctrine corrupted. Bloodline law altered by internal authority.
All eyes turned to Alaric.
His face had lost its color.
The blue light gathered at the center of the vault and formed a wide glowing circle. Symbols appeared inside it—ancient writing, alive and shifting.
The chamber spoke again.
Displaying original doctrine.
The symbols rearranged.
Clear.
Undeniable.
A sentence formed in radiant light:
