Damon wasn't sure what to expect when he opened the door—maybe some sealed chamber, a hidden crypt, or a forgotten shrine.
Well, he wasn't wrong.
The room was filled with countless chains, each one etched with runes that glimmered faintly in the dim light. They hung from the ceiling and snaked toward the center of the room, like tendrils drawn to a heart. As Damon stepped forward, ghostly lights flickered to life—an eerie glow that painted the room in hues of cold blue and green. The walls were carved with symbols, patterns that spiraled like ancient veins, pulsing with dormant magic.
It all led to the center.
