The crystalline shard pulsed with an energy that felt alive, its glow casting eerie patterns on the stone walls around them. Eryndor stood frozen, her breath shallow as the runes on her skin resonated with its light. The connection was undeniable, as if the shard was calling to her, demanding her attention.
Kaelen stepped forward, placing a hand on her arm. “Don’t touch it,” he warned, his voice low but urgent. “We don’t know what that thing will do.”
Eryndor’s gaze flickered to him, her eyes shadowed with uncertainty. “I can feel it,” she murmured. “It’s… part of the Rift. A fragment of its power. If we leave it here, someone else will find it. Someone worse.”
“And if you take it?” Seris asked, his tone cautious. He stood a few steps back, his shield still at the ready. “What happens t
