The Omega Mated To The Four

Chapter 164

The moment my boots touched the ground, a sliver ran down my spine.

The alt here was different-thick with something old, something bedry. It pressed down on my chest, seeping into my bones like a memory long buried hat never truly forgotten. The ruins around is fetched be the bones of a fallen beast- crumbling walls, shattered pillars, and an eerie silence that settled deep inside me, cold and unshakable.

And yet, despite the decay, despite the passage of time, I knew this ace.

I had never been here before, not truly, but I knew it.

A strange, visceral familiarity crept over me, making the hair on my arms stand

an end. My fingers twitched at my sides, itching to reach out and touch the stones, to confirm what my soul already seemed to understand.

"This place..." I whispered, my voice barely above the wind.

Austin stepped forward, his brows furrowed as he surveyed the ruins. "Where are we?"

Isaiah ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in the tense set of his shoulders. “We should be at the Sacred Hall. I put in the coordinates exactly."

Elijah shot him a look. "Are you sure about that?"

Isaiah frowned, checking the enchanted compass in the car. He stared at the numbers, his expression shifting from confusion to something close to disbelief.

"...I was one digit off," he admitted. "Just one."

Alex groaned, rubbing his temples. "Are you serious? One wrong digit and we get sent here instead of the Sacred Hall?"

Isaiah didn't answer, still staring at the map as if trying to make sense of it. But I barely heard them. My heart pounded as I took a step forward, fingers brushing against the rough, cold stone of a fallen pillar.

I knew this place.

The realization hit me like a physical blow, making my knees weak.

"This is where the massacre happened." I whispered,

The group fell silent.

Elijah was the first to speak. "What massac

massacre?"

I turned to face them, my fingers tightening against the stone as memories that weren't mine clawed their way to the surface, forcing their way into my mind like ghosts demanding to be heard.

"The Silvermoon line," I said, my throat tightening. "This is where they were slaughtered. My ancestors."

Llooked around again, but this time, I saw more than just ruins. I say what had been-what had been lost.

The air carried whispers of the past, echoes of screams, the crackle of flames.

standing proud beneath the

ours.

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then they had

walls like

taring. The visions hit

fire consumming the

screams of the

of blood thick in the

the ones who had orchestrated

my fists, trying to steady myself, but the

my feet.

all here, Trapped in the

1. woven into

the

very

stepped closer, concern etched into his features.

myself to look

my voice shaking. "Coming

"But I put

"you put in

The wind howled through

damp earth and something

Alex rubbed the

of his neck.

this time, I wasn't just

reminder,” I said. “A reminder of why we're doing

slowly. The Silvermoon line. The

"From us," I corrected.

wasn't just

It was my history.

for, but standing here, in the ashes of my ancestors' home, it

It became personal.

voices of the past. Beneath my fingertips, the stone was ice-cold, yet the air felt thick with the heat

for a moment, the ruins

The castle, proud and untouched,

banners of the Silvermoon crest

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The people my ancestors-Jaighing, walking

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