Madness

This was too much.

The weight of the truth crashed down on the entire hall like a tidal wave.

Panic.

Confusion.

Silent horror.

Even I felt my stomach drop.

If Seraphina had been chosen…

That meant this was bigger than any of us had thought.

I turned back to Lucas, who was now shifting uncomfortably under the sheer amount of eyes drilling into him.

He had finally realized that he had said far too much.

Ana hadn't moved. She hadn't spoken.

But the look she was giving her son?

If looks could kill, Lucas would have been nothing more than dust by now.

And then—

The doors creaked open.

A quiet, measured set of footsteps echoed through the tense silence.

I felt the atmosphere shift again—this time, not because of any godly revelation, but because every noble in the room were now on high alert.

The sheer fear in their eyes was almost comical.