Chapter 14 The Fractured Truth
- Erelith was stirring. From high atop the Memory Spire, the city no longer felt like a dying relic—it pulsed faintly with a new awareness, fragile but real. Lena stood at the tower’s edge, watching flames flicker to life across rooftops and balconies as citizens lit lanterns from forgotten traditions, unaware they were part of something ancient awakening.
- But Lena felt it.
- She *knew* it.