The sealed chamber was vibrating.
Not shaking like an earthquake, not humming like magic. This was something deeper—like a heartbeat echoing through stone. It pulsed through the walls, into the floor, and into their bones. Seraphine pressed her palm against the nearest pillar and instantly pulled back.
"This isn't a ward," she muttered. "It's… something else."
Kaelion knelt and touched the floor with two fingers, eyes narrowing as he focused. "It's layered resonance. Memory threads binding to spatial anchors. This whole room is syncing to Mira's mental output."
Astra didn't look away from the center platform where Mira still stood, her body wrapped in glowing white threads like a cocoon. Her voice was low but clear. "She's rewriting."
Alaric stood with his fists clenched, jaw tight, eyes fixed on Mira as the light continued to spread from her body into the pillars, and from there into the air. He could feel it—that strange, too-familiar pressure crawling inside his skull again.
