The chamber remained frozen after the skeleton's final words.
It means the empire did not bury the Moon Wolf.
It buried her name.
The sentence hung in the underground air with such terrible weight that Selene felt it settle all the way into her bones. The silver fire along the walls burned steadily now, no longer flaring wildly, but the light only made the chamber feel more ancient, more suffocating, as if they had stepped into the heart of a grave that had never truly been closed.
Selene stood before the altar without moving.
A remnant.
The word repeated itself in her mind with cold precision.
Not the first.
Not the second.
The remnant.
Something left behind after the original was erased.
