Chapter 18

The woman’s voice echoed in the chamber like a low whisper, resonating in the very core of the air around us. "Amera," she said softly, the name rolling off her tongue like something familiar, as if it had always belonged to me.

I froze.

I’d never heard that name before—not that I could remember. It felt like a dream, an echo from a time I couldn’t place. But it struck a chord deep inside me, like a forgotten melody being recalled.

“Amera,” I repeated, the word feeling both wrong and right at the same time. I didn’t know why, but it felt as though the very foundation of my being had just shifted.

The woman didn’t move. Her eyes, white and empty, bored into me. It was like she was staring into the very core of my soul, reading things I didn’t even know about myself.

"Yes," she said, her voice deepening with recognition. “It is you. Amera.”

I shook my head slightly, trying to clear the fog in my mind. "Who... Who are you?"