Eleanora’s POV

The Whisperer’s chilling smile sent a shiver through the chamber’s cold air. Cloaked in swirling shadows, their eyes burned like twin coals, watching us with unreadable intent.

“You’ve come seeking answers,” the Whisperer said softly, voice dripping with dark amusement. “Very well.”

As Gannon and I exchanged wary glances, the room shifted, walls shimmering with ancient sigils, memories carved into the very stones.

The Whisperer began to speak, revealing a history entwined with ours, one hidden beneath layers of lies and betrayal.

“I was once part of your bloodline,” they confessed, voice raw with bitterness. “Cast out for my hunger for power, for embracing the darkness you feared....