Morwenna's POV
Elda remained silent while we moved through the temple gardens, merely signaling for me to come along. The atmosphere was heavy with frost, and each breath I drew felt like swallowing blades. My heart had not slowed since the Council room. My hands still shook, not from fright, but from the urge to drive that obsidian into someone’s neck.
We arrived at a slim stone arch hidden behind a veil of withering vines. Elda brushed aside the foliage and placed her hand against the rock. A tremor shook it, and the wall parted with a subtle hiss, unveiling a slim passage laced with roots and illuminated lichen.
“What is this?” I asked.
She glanced back. “Some truths live where light fears to follow.”
I didn’t argue. My choices were thinning fast.
The tunnel swallowed us in sile
