Chapter 371 The Weight Of Legacy

• Ariella's vision swam as the darkness closed in, the voices of her ancestors weaving around her like an unseen force pressing against her chest. The glow of Queen Elyndra's spectral form burned into her retinas, the woman’s gaze piercing and unreadable.
• "Surrender a part of myself?"* Ariella's mind raced. *"What part? My magic? My memories? My soul?"
• The spirits' chanting grew louder, filling the air with an energy that sent shivers through her bones. A cold wind swept through the grand hall, and suddenly, the faces of the spirits warped. They were no longer regal or composed—they were grieving, twisted in sorrow, as if bound by the very curse she sought to break.