The Ties That Bind

Something was shifting.

And whether she was ready or not, she was already caught in its pull.

The sensation lingered as Liria followed Enara toward the royal estate, her steps steady but her mind distant. She should have been focusing on what kind of meeting the queens had called them for, but the whisper from earlier still curled in the back of her thoughts like a phantom pressing against the edges of her consciousness.

This power is yours. You've merely forgotten.

It wasn't just words. It was truth. She could feel it now, more than ever. Something inside her was awakening, unfurling like an ember caught in the wind, growing hotter, stronger.

The chair. The dummy. Those weren't accidents.

She had willed them to move.

And the most dangerous part?

She didn't regret it.

"Liria."

Enara's voice cut through her thoughts.