The air inside Medusa's chamber grew heavier—thick with incense, dust, and something older. Adrian's chest tightened as her words echoed off the stone walls:
"Your life is in danger, boy."
Adrian scoffed, shaking his head as he took a step back.
Adrian: "Look, ma'am… I think you've got the wrong guy. I shouldn't even be here in the first place. What if—what if I hadn't come with Selen? Then what? Huh?"
He began walking toward the exit, hands trembling with irritation and confusion.
Medusa's voice cut through the air like a blade.
Medusa: "Your mother was a vampire."
Adrian stopped mid-step.
His breath caught.
His heart forgot how to beat.
He turned slowly, eyes wide.
Adrian: "What… did you say?"
Medusa stood, her serpent-shaped staff glowing faintly.
Medusa: "She was a princess. Princess Lyra."
The name hit him like a strike to the chest.
He stared at Selen—who flinched and lowered her gaze apologetically.
Adrian: "You knew?"
Selen: "Adrian, I—"
