The chamber felt like a tomb.
As Eryndor stepped closer to the pedestal, the weight of the air around her thickened, pressing down on her chest with every breath. The glow of the runes carved into the stone cast flickering shadows across the walls, illuminating strange symbols that seemed to shift when she wasn’t looking directly at them. She could feel the pulse of something ancient here—something that hummed with the same energy as the rune on her palm.
Seris remained alert, his hand never straying far from his sword hilt. Kaelen, ever the rogue, was crouched near the entrance, his eyes scanning every corner of the chamber, ever watchful for danger. He had been quiet ever since they entered the ruin, and Eryndor knew it wasn’t just because of the eerie atmosphere. There was something i
