Chapter 13
The wind outside the pyramid carried whispers.
Not words. Not chants.
Just... her name.
Azeriah. Azeriah. Azeriah...
Zephyr returned from the Twisted Moon Forest with Virellia, still reeling from the name etched into his soul. But he knew—the moment he spoke it, something shifted.
And now... it was Clarissa.
He found her in the Queen’s Sanctum, surrounded by sweating priestesses and flickering sacred fire. Her belly glowed faintly, as if something inside pulsed with divine energy.
Clarissa lay on silken sheets, clutching her swollen stomach, eyes wide in pain—not fear.
"She’s... speaking to him," Clarissa said hoarsely. "The baby... hears her."
Zephyr knelt beside her.
"What is she saying?"
Clarissa looked at him—and it wasn’t just her eyes anymore.