Elara’s POV
I didn’t move.
My body refused to, every instinct locking me in place as the feeling pressed closer, heavier now, no longer distant or uncertain. The chamber wasn’t empty.
It only looked that way.
The warmth beneath my collarbone pulsed again, harder this time, the sensation spreading outward in a way that made my breath catch painfully. It wasn’t reacting to fear.
It was responding.
To something here.
My fingers were still pressed against the stone, and slowly, without meaning to, I tightened my touch. The surface seemed to shift beneath my palm—not physically, not enough to see, but enough to feel.
Like something beneath it had noticed me.
“What is this…” I whispered again, but my voice felt smaller now, swallowed by the space.
The silver light flickered.
Not from
