You felt that, right?" Beckett's voice cut through the thick silence as his torchlight flickered against the ancient stone wall. He crouched, eyes narrowing at the faint pulse beneath the cracked floor tiles.
Camille stepped cautiously behind him, her hands trembling as they brushed over the stone-laced air. "It's like... something's breathing. But not here. Beneath."
Celeste knelt on the far end of the chamber, her fingers ghosting over the runes engraved into the circular platform. "The rhythm matches no spell I've ever encountered. This isn't protective magic. It's containment."
The chamber had been sealed for decades, possibly centuries. Located deep under the old temple wing of the estate, it was a vault known only through whispers passed by elders long gone. Rumors said it was buried for a reason. And now it was waking.
