Chapter 10 The Ritual Of Echoes

• Night draped over Erelith like a heavy cloak, thick with the scent of damp stone and ancient secrets. The Memory Spire loomed silently above, its cold surface glowing faintly under the moonlight, a beacon of forgotten histories waiting to be reclaimed.
• Lena stood at the center of a circle carved deep into the earth beneath the spire, the ground etched with glowing runes pulsating softly in the darkness. Torches flickered, casting dancing shadows on the faces of those gathered around her—Cael, Mira, and the enigmatic Seraphine, Keeper of the Forgotten. Seraphine’s eyes, sharp and unreadable behind her shattered mirror mask, never left Lena.
• “This ritual,” Seraphine began, her voice low and steady, cutting through the silence like a blade, “is ancient. It binds the memories of the city to a living soul—one willing to carry the burden of its past. But be warned, the echoes you will bear are not merely memories. They are the hopes, the fears, the regrets of countless generations. They will try to consume you.”