The vibration beneath the dungeon floor does not stop when the tremor fades, and even though the stone settles and the torches steady, something continues to hum under the surface like a breath that refuses to fully release.
I feel it first through the tether that runs from my ribs into the territory, and it tightens in a slow rolling pulse that is not violent but deliberate, like something immense shifting beneath layers of soil and stone that were never meant to move.
Lucian watches from behind the bars, and his stillness is too careful to be casual, but I barely register him because the sensation deepens and spreads outward from me in widening ripples.
Axel inhales sharply beside me, and the sound snaps my attention sideways because I feel his reaction through the bond before I fully
