The light faded slowly.
The platform lowered, settling back into the stone with no sound. The twins remained still, their eyes half-lidded, their bodies calm.
Kael stepped forward first.
He knelt before them, placing one hand over each small chest. He could feel it now, the rhythm of something vast beating within them. Not heartbeats. Not magic.
A thread.
Elira joined him. Her voice was low, almost a prayer.
"They can't remain nameless."
Kael looked at her. "Do you feel it too?"
She nodded. "They're not just ours. They're part of this place. They belong to more than us."
The girl stirred first.
Elira touched her brow. "Nyra," she whispered. "Born of memory and silver. Light without fire."
The girl's breath caught. Then steadied.
The boy's hand twitched.
Kael leaned closer. "Riven," he said. "Born of echo and stone. Calm in the storm."
The runes around them pulsed once.
Then settled.
Elira breathed deeply. "Nyra and Riven."
Kael smiled faintly. "Names the realm will remember."
And the mist, for a single moment, parted around them.
As if to listen.