The chamber was not underground.
That misconception alone had killed more than one fool who tried to find it.
It existed in the spaces between—between ley lines, between old forests and forgotten battlegrounds, between the places where the world had learned to bleed and never fully healed. The walls were neither stone nor shadow but something older, etched with symbols that shifted when no one looked directly at them.
Six figures stood around the obsidian table.
Seven shadows watched.
The first to speak did not raise his voice.
He never had to.
“The bond is destabilizing.”
A ripple of interest moved through the chamber, subtle but immediate. Power leaned forward. Attention sharpened.
“That was expected,” said the woman seated to his left, her form wrapped in veils of smoke and sil
