C31 The Name That Remains

The figure’s voice was soft—barely more than a vibration through the bones of the chamber—but it struck like thunder. Evelyne froze. That name—Aelis—echoed through her mind, deeper than memory, older than her first breath. She hadn’t heard it spoken in this life, and yet it resonated throughout every part of her. Not a title. Not a word. A truth.

Lucien moved forward, handed on his weapon