= Amara =
I slowly turned in place, my gaze sweeping across the temple as Lorne’s words settled—then tangled—inside my head. None of it felt real, and yet every part of me was standing right here, breathing it in.
I activated this temple.
The thought landed hard, refusing to make sense.
Lorne’s explanation had been thorough—convincing, even—but belief didn’t come that easily. Not when it rewrote everything I thought I knew about myself. If I were truly Luneborne, wouldn’t I have known long before this moment? Wouldn’t it have revealed itself the instant I stepped into a sacred place?
The council hall in Gravemire had once been a temple. Everyone knew that. If I carried Luneborne blood, if this power was really woven into my existence, then that place should have responded to me too.
