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.

grand castle once, standing proud

ours.

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they had

like

came faster, my pulse taring. The visions

roar of fire consumming the

screams of

metallic scent of blood thick

cold laughter of the ones who had orchestrated

fists, trying to steady myself, but the griet, the

my feet.

here, Trapped in the

1. woven into

the

very

concern etched into his

to

shaking. "Coming here. It wasn't

frowned. "But I put in

"you put in exactly what was meant to

one spoke for a moment. The

and something older, something

Alex rubbed the

his neck.

wasn't just seeing

a reminder,” I said. “A reminder

Silvermoon line. The Shadow Weaver took

"From us," I corrected.

this wasn't

It was my history.

we were fighting for, but standing here, in

It became personal.

the past. Beneath

my eyes, and for a moment, the

The castle, proud and untouched, its towers

The banners of the Silvermoon crest

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