The chamber breathed.
Or at least, that was what it felt like. Every glowing line on the walls pulsed at a gentle, steady rhythm, like the place had a heartbeat all its own. The stone under my boots vibrated faintly, almost as if the room recognized us. Or more terrifyingly, recognized me.
The runes along the walls ignited one after another, slow at first. Little blips of silver light. Like fireflies flickering to life in a controlled pattern. A chain of glowing dots connecting into loops, spirals, branching lines.
Each new rune added more illumination, casting soft white reflections across the polished stone floor. When all of them lit at once, the chamber looked like the inside of a massive lantern.
Leah drifted forward, eyes huge. “These predate the monolith carvings,” she whispered
