Third Person POV:
Where it once glowed with warmth—flowers, starlight, golden flames, silver moon—its shine was now sharp and metal, as if the very stone had become harder. Shadow clung at the edge of the light.
The girls gather together. Their presence charged the room with power but also with tension—now it was the boy's turn.
Lincoln sensed the Chrono-Forge against his side trembling, but also impatient. He glanced over at others—Sky, tense but motionless; Amir, jaws clenched, the weight of leadership bearing even here; and Chris, attemption to smirk but failed, his hands nervously playing with his daggers.
"This place feels... off", Sky whispered, his eyes roaming over the runes. "When it called the girls, it glowed. Now... it's like a shadow awaits."
Ayaana's clenching her hands
