Chapter Thirty-two: Truths (II)

Sister...?

What?! That was impossible! Never!

Myra’s gaze snapped to Sebastian, desperate, searching for denial—but he looked away, jaw tight, hands clenched.

Silent.

Confirming everything without a single word.

The air around her thickened, heavy and oppressive,as if the walls were closing in on her, her knees wobbled and her breaths shallow, as the cold marble beneath her swayed.

Damien’s voice cut through the rising static in her head—barely. He stepped toward her, hand half-raised in pleading, he took a step closer but Rosa Noctis quickly moved in front of her, pulsing ominously, a silent warning.

“In your life as Emily...” his voice rough and unsteady “I was your knight like father was, sworn to protect you”

Myra took a step back, her breathe shaking like the rest of her, no.

“No!” Her voice shattered through the room, sharp and desperate. “You’re lying! I don’t remember anything as Emily! I only remember Nyxaria!”