Seraphina exhaled softly, resting her gaze, as she looked between Cyrus and Phoenix.
"This is already too much for one day," she said, calm but firm. "The past… is painful, but I did not come here only to remind you of it. I came to show you the truth—the truth of who is behind these rogue monsters."
''And I don't have time, I have to return soon.''
A tense silence fell.
Cyrus and Phoenix held their breath, waiting.
Then—
The golden light shimmered once more, expanding outward, twisting, shifting. It rippled through the ruins of the Lunar Kingdom, illuminating the night sky with its ethereal glow.
Cyrus's heartbeat stopped.
For a moment, it felt like the air had been knocked from his lungs.
Because standing within the golden light—
Was him.
Alderic.
His father.
The Werewolf King.
