DRAVEN’S POV
The moment Aurenya stepped closer, the seal responded like it had been waiting years just to breathe again.
Draven saw it immediately.
Not magic.
Recognition.
That was the dangerous part.
The structure wasn’t just reacting to her presence—it was reacting to identity.
Like it knew exactly what she was.
Rhydan still had a grip on her wrist, but even that wasn’t enough to stop her from leaning forward slightly.
Kaelor was already at the door, blade raised, watching the ground like it might split open at any second.
It probably would.
Draven exhaled slowly.
“This isn’t a seal you open,” he said quietly.
Kaelor glanced at him. “Then what is it?”
Draven’s eyes stayed on the stone.
“A lock.”
Aurenya flinched slightly at the word.
That confirmed it.
She felt it too.
