Chapter 85: The Collapse
The air inside the Chrono-Archives was colder than the halls we left behind.
Not winter-cold.
Grave-cold.
The kind that clings to stone because the memories buried here refuse to let the room grow warm again.
Faint blue light pulsed from floating runic panels — strips of magic suspended like constellations. Dust hung motionless, suspended midair as if time itself hesitated to disturb this place.
We stood in the middle of the chamber — Santina beside me, shoulders tense. Ruby leaned against a pillar like she would rather punch answers out of the room than wait for them. Thaddeus folded his wings tight, trying to make himself small out of respect. Gaia stared at the nearest runic thread with furrowed brows, trying to understand, always trying to understand.
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