The dream was different.Elara stood in a field of white. No sky. No ground. Just white. Endless. Empty."You've come far."She turned. The Architect stood before her. But different. Younger. Whole. His eyes were kind."You're dead," Elara whispered."I was. But death is not the end. You know that now." He stepped closer. "You brought back the sovereigns. You transformed the prison. You've done what no one else could.""What do you want?""To tell you the truth. The one I never told your brother. The one I never told anyone."---Elara's blood ran cold. "What truth?""The island. Azure Aerie. It's not what you think.""It's a prison. I know.""No." The Architect shook his head. "It's a womb."Silence."What?""The island isn't just a prison. It's a vessel. A cocoon. Something is growing inside it. Something ancient. Something powerful."Elara's heart pounded. "What's growing?""You."---The Architect raised his hand.Visions exploded behind her eyes. The island. The core. The symbols