The room was quiet except for the low hum of the glowing orb. Its surface swirled faintly, like liquid light trying to form shapes but never quite settling. Isadora kept her gaze fixed on it, though her thoughts raced far faster than the images within it.
For years she had carried questions—why her, the bracelet, and the pull toward Lucien. Now, finally, some of those answers were beginning to take shape. Yet with every answer came more questions, and the urgency pressed heavier on her chest.
Mrs. Adele stood a few paces away, her hands folded in front of her, calm as if she had practiced that composure for years. Marissa lingered nearby, her expression a mix of confusion and cautious curiosity.
Isadora finally broke the silence. Her voice was steady, but her hands trembled as she rested them on her knees. "The orb shows you everything… but it doesn't show all of it, does it?"
Mrs. Adele turned her eyes toward her. "Explain what you mean."
