"Welcome home, Descendant."
The voice echoed across the valley.
Ancient.
Powerful.
Unmistakable.
Every person standing before the gates froze.
The glowing symbols carved into the massive golden doors continued to shine brightly.
The entire valley trembled beneath the surge of energy.
Emily stood motionless.
Her heart pounded so hard it hurt.
The voice had sounded exactly like Aurelia.
Not similar.
Not close.
Exactly.
As though the woman herself stood behind the gates waiting for her.
The thought sent chills through her body.
Around her, the others stared in stunned silence.
Even the Watchers looked shaken.
Elyra slowly lowered her weapon.
Tears filled her eyes.
"For generations..."
Her voice trembled.
"We searched for proof that the Sanctuary truly existed."
She looked toward the enormous gates.
"And now it's here."
The Founder remained silent.
His silver eyes reflected the golden light pouring from the doors.
Regret.
Hope.
Fear.
