The darkness didn’t last.
A low, steady glow bled from the runes lining the interior walls, igniting one by one as if awakened by my presence. Silver light traced ancient symbols in slow pulses, illuminating a vast chamber beyond the door—far larger than the cavern we’d come from.
I sucked in a shaky breath.
The Sanctuary wasn’t empty.
Stone pillars rose like the ribs of some colossal beast, etched with spirals and sigils that hummed softly, vibrating beneath my skin. The air was warmer here, thick with something electric—power, old and waiting. The floor beneath me wasn’t rough rock but smooth stone, worn by centuries of footsteps… and claws.
Rachel released my wrist, turning sharply toward the sealed door. She pressed her ear against it, jaw clenched.
Nothing.
No howls.
No impact
