At 11:45 that night, the ancient chamber beneath Regina Royal Estate trembled beneath a force that seemed to rise from the very roots of the earth, and the crimson symbol upon Elara Romano's palm burned with a strange warmth that neither wounded her nor allowed her to forget its presence. Alessandro stood beside her, his fingers wrapped around hers as though that simple human contact might remind them both that, whatever ancient power had awakened, they were still two people who had chosen one another long before either understood the terrible history that bound them to Regina. Across the chamber, Lucien Noctis watched the symbol with an expression of growing unease, while Alexander remained near the carved doorway, his attention moving between his brother and the woman whose existence had begun to unravel every certainty he had ever held about their world.
