The tremor shook the room as if the Tower itself were alive, responding to Caroline's interaction with the grimoire. Cracks spread across the pedestal, glowing with a crimson light that seeped from within. The air was thick with energy, suffocating and oppressive, as a low, guttural sound echoed from deep within the structure.
“This isn’t normal,” Rhea murmured, stepping back as her wolf growled a warning inside her.
“Of course, it’s not normal,” Senua snapped, her glass-like eyes gleaming as she inspected the cracks. “This isn’t just a book. It’s a seal. And we’ve broken it.”
“Caroline!” Ezra shouted, kneeling beside her as she struggled to stand. “What did you do? What did you see?”
Caroline gasped for breath, clutching the ground as if gravity were her only anchor. “The Witch… somet
