The path did not feel like something made for the living.
It narrowed as they descended, the stone beneath their feet smooth in some places, jagged in others, as if it had not been carved—but revealed.
No torches lined the walls.
No visible light guided them.
And yet—
They could see.
Dimly.
As if the darkness itself allowed it.
No one spoke.
Even Kael—
Silent.
Even Ronan—
Tense.
Watching everything.
Nyx walked just behind Seraphine.
Close enough to feel the shift.
Not in the air—
In her.
Seraphine didn’t hesitate.
Didn’t slow.
Didn’t look back.
As if something ahead was pulling her forward.
And she was letting it.
The descent ended without warning.
The narrow path opened into something vast.
It looked like a cave but it wasn't really..
The space stretched outward
