The sanctuary screamed.
Not with sound, but with force.
Valentine staggered as the silver veins carved into the stone flared violently, light surging through the pillars like blood through ruptured veins. The hum she had felt earlier deepened into something urgent, almost frantic, vibrating through her bones.
“What is happening?” she demanded, bracing herself against the nearest pillar as the floor shuddered beneath her feet.
Eryx was already moving.
His calm fractured for the first time since she had woken. He turned sharply toward the far end of the chamber, one hand lifting as symbols in the air ignited, spiraling into layered sigils of containment.
“They felt you,” he said.
Her heart slammed. “Who is they?”
Before he could answer, the air split.
A sharp crack tore through the
