Malikye’s POV
The moment I stepped inside the Silver Temple, the air changed.
Not in the subtle, unsettling way the Veilwood had shifted around us.
This was immediate.
Powerful.
Alive.
It felt like walking into something ancient that had been waiting—watching—for far longer than I could comprehend. The air hummed with energy, low and constant, vibrating through my chest, syncing with the steady pulse of the mark in my palm.
The space inside was vast.
Far larger than the exterior had suggested.
Tall pillars lined the interior, stretching upward into shadow, their surfaces etched with glowing silver symbols that moved faintly, like they were breathing. The floor beneath my feet was smooth stone, cool and polished, reflecting the light in soft waves that rippled outward with each ste
