(Chapter 77:Mira's Pov)
The wind shrieked through the craggy peaks, its icy fingers clawing at my skin. Every step felt heavier as we ascended, the air thinning, the path narrowing. The Mountain of Echoes was more than just a place—it was a graveyard of voices, a haunted reminder of what had been lost.
And somewhere in its depths was my brother.
Thorne.
I had thought him dead. But to him, I had never been dead at all. Just missing. Gone without a trace on the night our world burned. While our family fell, I had been somewhere else, waking up in a new body with no memory of who I truly was. I hadn't known what happened. I hadn't known that to Thorne, my disappearance had been a betrayal.
And now, I was about to face him, not as the sister he remembered, but as a stranger.