The ground trembled beneath their feet as the group rushed out of the ancient chamber, the heavy thuds of unseen mechanisms grinding deep within the fortress walls. Dust rained down from the cracked ceiling, and faint glows of ancient runes flared and flickered along the stone corridors they hurried through. It was as if the fortress itself had awakened—a slumbering beast stirred by the magic unleashed in the chamber.
Caroline led the way, her footsteps unsteady but determined. Her hand clutched at her chest as if trying to still the invisible force pulling her forward. The voice—the Witch's voice—whispered faintly in her mind, threading through her thoughts like a poisonous fog.
"Closer now… closer to the truth…"
Ezra walked just behind her, his sword in hand, his sharp blue eyes locke
