The moon hung high in the night sky, casting its silvery glow over the city. Alaric stood in the dim light of his room, deep in thought. The events of the day had left him more troubled than he let on. The tensions, the undercurrents of danger, and the secrets he could feel swirling just out of reach all weighed heavily on his mind. But beyond all that, there was something else—something stirring within him.
His memories were beginning to return, fragments at first, but they were growing clearer with each passing day. It wasn't just about who he was, but about what he was. Alaric could feel it—an immense power, dormant yet vast, waiting to be called forth. Tonight, he intended to take a step toward understanding that power. He knew there was a piece of him that had yet to emerge—a part that could change the course of everything.
