The ancient air whispered my name again as we stepped inside the door. It brushed over my skin like a memory I had never lived, warm and chilling at the same time. The chamber beyond stretched wider than the outside should have allowed, carved into smooth stone that gleamed silver under the faint light pulsing from the walls. The glow moved in slow breaths, as if the room itself was alive.
Jack stayed at my left. Beau stayed at my right. Their auras flared whenever shadows shifted, ready to tear apart anything that moved wrong. But nothing attacked. Nothing stirred. The silence was thick, almost reverent, the kind of quiet that made my heartbeat sound too loud in my ears. Even our footsteps echoed with a strange softness, more like the room was absorbing the sound than reflecting it.
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