Chapter 20 Vault Of The Ancients

• The ruins of Estharn stood like broken teeth against the skyline—jagged and desolate, overgrown with thorny vines and half-swallowed by the earth. Once a sanctuary of the Moon Royals, it had been abandoned after the Great Collapse, when the last known seal was lost to time… or so everyone believed.
• Lucia, hood drawn low, dismounted beside the shattered archway. Her hand brushed against a moss-covered column, and for a moment, warmth tingled beneath her skin.
• “It remembers,” she murmured.