The cavern went still after the collapse, dust settling in slow drifting clouds around us. My lungs burned with the taste of stone. Talon’s hand stayed on my shoulder, steady, but everything inside me felt unsettled, as if the ground itself breathed.
No one spoke at first.
Soren finally broke the silence. "We need to move. Sitting here will get us crushed if the ceiling drops again."
Kael scanned the walls. "The exit is sealed, but there must be another path out."
Ryn snorted. "Or another way deeper in."
Jace tightened his grip on his torch. "We cannot stay here."
The shard pulsed inside my pocket. A faint glow leaked through the fabric like a heartbeat. It was hot now, almost burning. As if urging me forward.
"It wants us to move," I whispered.
Talon faced me. "You feel it again."
