The moment Ashyra and Stephan crossed the threshold, the world fell away.
Gone was the rock, the cold mountain air, the distant scent of pine. In its place was a strange, endless stillness—like stepping into a dream held together by memory and moonlight.
They stood inside a vast chamber carved from black stone, but the walls shimmered as if alive, pulsing faintly with energy. The space wasn’t lit by any source Ashyra could see, yet everything glowed with a silver-blue hue that cast no shadows.
“Where are we?” Stephan whispered.
Ashyra didn’t answer right away. She was scanning the chamber, muscles tense. “This is not a place bound by normal rules. We’re not just inside a mountain.”
A voice echoed around them, ancient and layered. “You stand in the memory of the Moon’s Eye. What you se
