Voices Beneath the Veil
The moonlight never touched this place.
They descended into the ravine beneath the ruined offering site, guided only by the pale glow of Liora’s staff and the whispering instincts tugging at Lyra’s mind. The deeper they went, the colder the air became—until Raine could see her breath, and even Kael’s sure-footed stride slowed.
“What are we walking into?” Orion murmured, scanning the jagged walls around them.
“Not a place,” Liora said, her voice low. “A memory.”
The rock here wasn’t natural. It pulsed faintly beneath their feet, like a heart buried under the earth. Symbols in the stone appeared and vanished, flickering between worlds. Lyra walked ahead of them, her white eyes reflecting nothing, yet she never tripped, never faltered.
She was leading them.
Not
