Chapter 634: Homecoming

Soreia—essentially an undercover agent faking her identity since childhood—was usually calm. Years of living a lie, of wearing a dead girl's face and name, had honed her composure into something unshakable.

But when her gaze fell upon the statue in the center of the cavern, she couldn't help freezing in shock.

It was a jagged, twisting sigil—three interlocking crescents, their edges sharp as claws, encircling a single slit-pupiled eye. She had seen it before. Not in books, not in the archives of the Eyeris clan, but in her vague childhood memories in the organization...before being 'adopted'

She couldn't even explain why she was having such a visceral reaction to the sigil, perhaps there was some kind of subconscious trauma related to it?

The memory was hazy, buried under years of discipline and suppression, but it clawed its way to the surface now and practically had a vice grip around her neck, affecting her thoughts and breathing.