"Ruvian… who are you?"
Calyra asked, her voice shaky as she held her head, trying to stop the strong pain in her mind.
The moment Ruvian saw her like that, he knew it wasn't just confusion, a simple headache or exhaustion.
No… Calyra had clearly touched a memory that had been forcefully removed from her mind by the curse.
Something buried deep inside her that should never have come back, was now trying to rise again.
Her fingers pressed harder against her temples, as if even thinking was hurting her.
But that wasn't what bothered him the most.
No… there was something even worse.
A much more troubling thought slowly started to form in Ruvian's mind.
What does this have to do with him?
Ruvian frowned slightly, his eyes narrowing as he stared at her, trying to connect the pieces together.
No… that's not the right question.
What does this have to do with the original Ruvian Castelor?
'Did the old Ruvian… meet Calyra before?'
