The glowing symbol etched into the sanctuary wall pulsed faintly, its intricate lines radiating a quiet menace. Wren stood before it, her fingers hovering inches from the stone as Lyra’s voice echoed in her mind.
“This magic is ancient,” Lyra said, her tone heavy. “It’s tied to Gertrude’s plans; but not hers alone.”
Wren glanced back at Hunter, who stood a few feet behind her, his amber eyes sharp.
“What do you make of it?” he asked.
“It’s a warning,” she signed, her hands steady despite the unease that coiled in her chest. “And a challenge.”
Anneliese joined them moments later, her gaze narrowing as she examined the symbol. “This isn’t just dark magic,” she said. “It’s sorceress magic. Gertrude must have found a way to channel it directly.”
Hunter’s expression hardened. “Then we nee
