Sophia’s brows furrowed, her voice trembling with confusion as she asked, “Why?” Her words echoed faintly, drawing every eye toward Lior. Lior’s gaze was steady, his tone calm but firm. “Because it is fake.” Gasps rippled through the crowd. Governor Marcus stepped forward, his robes sweeping the floor with authority. His voice thundered, “Impossible! The Blood Moon Stone cannot be fake. I picked it myself, and I am one of the top artifact appraisers in the country. Years of experience do not lie.” Lior bowed slightly. “With all due respect, Governor, I do not question your identity or your reputation. But I know this stone is a forgery.” The governor’s eyes narrowed. “Explain yourself.” Lior gestured toward the glittering stone in the open box. “The True Blood Moon Stone has a deep crimson hue, almost alive, shifting faintly under moonlight, or under a torch light.Its edges are sharp yet smooth, like glass carved by divine hands. This one, however, is duller, its color