I stopped at the edge of the forest, something pulling me back toward the crumbling monastery.
“Wait.” The word came out sharper than intended, but the oracle power inside me was writhing like a living thing. “Something's wrong.”
Reid turned, his amber eyes scanning the ruins for threats we might have missed. “What is it?”
“The power signature.” I pressed my hand to my chest where the oracle energy burned with uncomfortable heat. “It's not dissipating like it should. There's still something active in there.”
“The building is collapsing,” Captain Morris pointed out, blood seeping from a gash across his forehead. “Whatever's left won't be for long.”
But I was already moving back toward the monastery, drawn by currents of magic that felt familiar and wrong at the same time. Reid fell int
