The chamber darkened as Sylvia's spirit materialised before Jasmine.
Unlike the memory echo from earlier, this spirit carried the presence of Sylvia, which was powerful and deeply sorrowful.
She's beautiful even in death.
Auburn hair flowed like liquid fire around Sylvia's translucent form.
Her white robes seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it, creating an otherworldly glow that made the chamber feel sacred.
"Child," Sylvia's voice carried the weight of centuries. "I watched your trial. I felt your choice."
Jasmine met the Queen's gaze without flinching.
"Then you know I regret nothing."
"Regret?"
Sylvia's chuckled.
"No, I don't believe you do. But do you understand what you've chosen?"
Of course, I do.
"I chose to honour my father's memory instead of healing his murderers."
Sylvia drifted closer, her spirit form seeming to study Jasmine with uncomfortable intensity. "Your father... Regulus. I knew him, you know."
She knew father?
