Sera's Pov
After the meeting ended, we followed them—our other selves—out of the hall in silence. They didn't see us, of course. They couldn't. Just as before, Lucian and I trailed behind our counterparts like ghosts, phantoms tethered to the present yet forced to watch the past unfold in the form of this illusion or vision or... whatever it was. We didn't speak. There was a strange reverence in the air, a quiet weight pressing down on both of us. The echo of the elders' voices still clung to my ears. Velka Velmora. The scorned, the traitor, the woman wronged. Her story clung to my thoughts like smoke.