Chapter 692: The Voice of the Prophecy

The moment the words left Sophia’s lips, the square erupted.

It was not gradual. It was not hesitant.

It was instant chaos.

Voices collided across the cold air, rising over one another until nothing could be clearly distinguished anymore.

"Are you joking?!"

"If she is lying, Alpha Orion would know!"

"Or is this some kind of trick?!"

"It has to be a myth, it cannot be real!"

"Yes, a myth it is. This can’t be real!"

Sophia stood still at the center of it all, her expression steady even as the storm of disbelief crashed around her.

Orion’s presence behind her remained firm, but even he did not interrupt. His jaw was tight, his eyes scanning the crowd like he was already calculating how many seconds it would take for him to shut everything down if things went too far.

Then another voice cut through the noise.

"If she is truly the Luna foretold, why does she not look like the prophecy says?"

That question shifted the crowd slightly.

People began nodding, murmuring again as if that detail suddenly mattered more than anything else.

From somewhere in the front, someone added loudly, "The prophecy says the Luna has white hair and eyes like the moon!"

A ripple went through the square.

Another person immediately responded, "Her eyes do look like the moon though..."

That statement created confusion instead of clarity, and the noise only grew louder again.

Someone scoffed.

"So she is just saying this so we will trust her?"

Another voice followed quickly after, sharper this time.

"If she is lying, then Alpha Orion would have already exposed her."

That statement made several people pause.

Because it was true.

Orion did not tolerate deception. Not even from those closest to him.

Before the arguments could spiral further, another voice suddenly rose.

"Wait," the person said with a gasp. "I think she’s not lying."

The crowd shifted again.

A few heads turned toward the speaker.

A woman stepped forward. She was someone who worked in the medical facility.

"When Elder Brynhild was about to give birth," she said clearly, "I heard about what happened. Sophia was the one who ran through the storm to warn Elder Lysander. I heard she’s the one who informed Elder Lysander about the surgery."

A few people immediately turned toward Lysander in the back.

The mention of Brynhild made the atmosphere shift again.

Sophia’s eyes widened slightly.

She had not expected that moment to be brought up here.

Before she could even respond, Lysander’s voice carried across the square from where he stood near Brynhild.

"That is true."

The entire square seemed to pause.

Lysander’s tone remained calm, unwavering.

"If it were not for Sophia," he continued, "Brynhild may not have survived that night. Sophia put herself at risk just to ensure that Brynhild gave birth safely. Those few minutes made a difference."

A murmur swept through the crowd.

Brynhild, standing beside him, did not speak, but her expression softened faintly at the memory.

The weight of that moment settled into the crowd.

Then another voice spoke up.

This one made Sophia’s breath hitch slightly.

Sam.

She had not even noticed her standing there until now.

Sam stood near Tobias, her expression as calm as ever, but her voice carried clearly.

"When we were deep inside the heart of Nirvana," she said, "if Sophia had not shown up, forcing herself through danger to reach us, I would not be alive right now."

A few people in the crowd turned toward her.

Then someone else nodded.

Bianca stepped forward slightly.

"That is correct," she said. "The test had been cut short and our group had gone in search of Sophia, but instead of heading to the pack when we found her, she was insistent that we move to the heart of Nirvana."

Helios followed immediately after.

"It’s true," he said. "I do not know about the prophecy, but if it was not for Sophia, I would not be here. The battle at the heart of Nirvana was intense and I almost lost my life."

And then, one by one, others who had gone with Ronan into the heart of Nirvana began to speak.

Each confirmation stacked on the other.

"I would have died if she did not come along with reinforcements," Jeffery said.

"It’s because of her we survived. That’s enough to show she’s the Luna, right?" Gregory spoke.

The crowd shifted.

Awe began to replace confusion on some faces.

Shock replaced anger on others.

But not all.

Some people still frowned, deeply resistant to accepting the truth.

One man raised his voice again.

"That is all hearsay!" he shouted. "Stories! How are we supposed to believe any of this?"

Another voice immediately followed.

"And even if it is true, how does that prove she is the Luna foretold?"

The tension crept back in again.

"Exactly," someone added. "The prophecy says the Luna looks different. White hair, moon-like eyes. She does not match that description."

Sophia inhaled slowly, preparing to speak again.

But before she could, something changed.

The air itself seemed to shift.

Her body went still.

Her head tilted upward slightly, almost involuntarily.

Her blue eyes began to glow faintly, soft at first, then brighter in a way that made several people immediately freeze mid-sentence.

"What...?"

"Her eyes..."

"Did you see that?!"

Sophia’s breath caught.

A sudden pressure spread through her head like a wave crashing inward.

Her vision flickered as the square blurred at the edges, and then she collapsed.

But she did not hit the floor because Orion moved instantly.

His arms caught her before she could fall completely, pulling her securely against him as his grip tightened.

The crowd exploded again, this time in panic instead of argument.

"What happened?!"

"Is she hurt?!"

"Did you see her eyes?!"

"Was that a vision?!"

Voices rose again, overlapping, urgent, chaotic.

People pushed forward instinctively, trying to see what had happened.

Others stepped back in confusion.

Orion’s growl rumbled low and dangerous, but even that did not fully silence them this time.

Questions filled the square from every direction.

People moved closer, but then a sound cut through the air, making them all pause