Chapter 147: Mystery Of The Lost Empire 2

Lara drew in a slow breath, but it did nothing to steady the storm clawing at her chest.

Where was Calma?

Why there was not even a footnote? Not even a disputed legend or a dismissive line calling it a myth.

And the Kromwels — Alaric’s bloodline, and hers too, they were gone like the wind.

As if history had swallowed them whole and never bothered to chew.

Her stomach twisted.

Disasters don’t do that.

Fire leaves bones. Floods leave wreckage. Time leaves stories.

But only people erase.

Had the Kromwel line been hunted to extinction? Silenced generation by generation until no one remained who could contradict the lie?

Her eyes moved across the chamber — the rows of sarcophagi, the ancient carvings, the suffocating weight of centuries pressing in from stone and shadow. Proof everywhere… yet nowhere else in the world.

It felt less like a tomb and more like a vault.

Like something had been locked away on purpose.

Could someone have gone back through the past like an assassin in the dark — cutting out names, burning records, redrawing maps until the truth bled out?

Teaching children a different version of history. One where the Kromwels never ruled. One where Calma was never the center of power, never the crown of anything.

Not forgotten but deleted.

As if an entire civilization had been ruled… inconvenient or worse was deemed dangerous.

Lara swallowed. The air suddenly felt thick, heavy, wrong — like the chamber itself was holding its breath.

This wasn’t a lost empire waiting to be rediscovered.

This was an empire someone had worked very, very hard to keep buried.

Her thoughts drifted across the Western Seas — to the allied nations that had always watched Azurverda with envy sharp as knives. To their Emperor, relentless and proud, a man who treated defeat like a temporary inconvenience.

He hadn’t stopped with Alaric. He’d kept coming during Aldrich’s (Magnus I) reign. Even into the era of her own grandchild — Aldrich’s firstborn, the one named after the god of war, Ares, and titled Magnus II.

A man like that didn’t forget humiliation.

He archived it. Nursed it. Passed it down like inheritance.

Could this be their revenge?

Not just conquest, but also erased from history?

Not victory on the battlefield — but victory over memory itself.

Lara’s fingers curled into her palms as a cold realization crept up her spine.

If someone had truly wiped Calma from the world… then whoever did it wasn’t just powerful.

They were patient.

And for the first time since entering the tomb, Lara realized she was more afraid of what might happen between them… than of anything sleeping in the dark.

…

Yannis cleared his throat, the sound small but sharp in the heavy quiet of the mausoleum.

Philip Hardy didn’t even glance back — already striding toward the exit, words tumbling over each other about fault lines, volcanic layers, and the urgent need for a geologist to confirm what they had theorized.

The echo of his footsteps faded.

Lara didn’t move.

She stood amid the stone coffins like a figure carved from the same pale rock, eyes unfocused, shoulders slightly slumped — gone somewhere far away, someplace no one else in the room could follow.

Yannis watched her for a beat too long.

A loose strand of hair slipped free from her band and fell across her face, a dark veil softening the sharp lines of her profile. She made no effort to brush it away, as if she hadn’t even noticed it was there.

He stepped closer without thinking.

He was drawn to her.

His hand lifted, hesitated for the briefest fraction of a second — then gently tucked the strand behind her ear. His fingers barely grazed her skin, careful, familiar, intimate in a way that suggested he had done it several times before and not merely an impulse..

Like this wasn’t the first time he had done something like that.

Lara blinked, awareness returning slowly. Her gaze rose to his, confusion giving way to a faint, fragile softness — the kind that appeared only when she forgot to guard herself.

Across the chamber, Ares saw everything.

His expression didn’t just darken — it hardened, jaw tightening until the muscle jumped beneath his skin. Something dangerous flickered behind his eyes as he crossed the distance between them in long, controlled strides.

“Doctor Fenn.”

His voice cut through the air like a blade drawn from a sheath.

Cold. Precise. Not loud — but absolute.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Yannis turned his head, meeting Ares’s stare head-on. His own expression cooled instantly, warmth vanishing as if it had never existed.

Ice facing frost.

Two kinds of cold. Both capable of killing.

Lara felt it — the subtle pressure in the air, the way the silence thickened, charged with something sharp and volatile.

“Me?” Yannis said mildly. “What did I do? I did nothing.”

His tone was too smooth and he was too calm.

Lara frowned, glancing between them. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” Ares said.

Flat. Final. The kind of answer that ended conversations rather than invited them.

His gaze shifted to her, softening only by a fraction — but enough to make the contrast stark.

“It’s getting late,” he continued. “Shay will be looking for you. We should go back.”

It was not a suggestion but a decision already made.

“Okay,” Lara said quickly, relief flickering through her voice. The tension between the two men made her skin prickle in a way she couldn’t quite name.

She turned toward the stairs.

Ares moved with her immediately.

Yannis followed.

Ares glanced back, the look alone sharp enough to draw blood.

Yannis only smiled — slow, amused — and raised both hands in mock surrender. “What? I’m leaving too. Am I not allowed to do that?”

Ares’s mouth flattened into a thin line. He didn’t answer.

Instead, he slowed just enough to let Lara climb ahead on the narrow stone staircase — then shifted sideways, placing himself squarely between her and Yannis as they ascended.

A wall of muscle and quiet hostility.

Possessive without a single word.

“Petty,” Yannis muttered.

If Ares heard, he gave no sign.

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