POV: Amethyst Walker
The air inside the mountain wing was different from the rest of the ruins. While the Great Hall above felt like a graveyard, this residential sector, carved deep into the granite heart of the peak, felt alive. The walls were smooth, silver-veined stone that glowed with a faint, residual warmth—a byproduct of the ancient lunar wards that my great-grandparents had woven into the very foundation of the mountain.
It had been three days since we moved in. Jackson had been tireless, working alongside the Ironwood masons to ensure our living quarters were not only habitable but impenetrable. We were currently standing in the center of what used to be the Royal Solar, a room with a massive reinforced glass wall that looked out over the valley.
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