The archive chamber went silent after the name appeared in silver light.
Lysara Vael.
For a brief, impossible moment, no one moved. The name hovered above the nexus in pale glowing script while the walls of the hidden archive continued to hum with ancient memory. Thousands of silver tablets remained lit along the chamber shelves, their surfaces shimmering as though the entire buried history beneath the palace had just inhaled for the first time in centuries.
Selene stared at the name without blinking.
Lysara Vael.
The First Moon Queen.
The words did not feel like a revelation anymore. They felt like a key twisting in a lock she had not known existed. Her pulse was loud in her ears. The throne memory behind her thoughts sharpened into a painful clarity, and suddenly the silver-eyed queen from the vision was no longer a blurred figure of myth.
She had a name.
