The atmosphere in the throne hall fell silent.
Energy from the Circle of Judgment still swirled slowly across the dark stone floor. Blue light from the ancient symbols bounced off the palace's high walls, casting long shadows that moved like living creatures.
But Aurelia paid no attention to any of it.
Her gaze was fixed on the figure standing before her.
The man looked just as he had in her memories.
Neatly combed black hair.
Cold eyes that were always full of judgment.
And the slight smile that had once shattered her entire world.
"Aurelia."
The voice rang out again.
Calm. Full of authority. Just as it had been before.
The Circle of Judgment had summoned a shadow from the past.
Kael stood at the edge of the hall with his hands clasped.
His eyes narrowed with curiosity.
"Interesting," he murmured softly.
Orion stood a little farther away, his expression still impassive.
"The circle chooses the deepest wound."
Ragnar watched with a wide grin.
