POV: Ivy

The moment Lucien stepped toward the shrine with the others, I felt it again. That strange pull. It dragged at my chest like an invisible thread. It wasn’t painful, but it was strong, steady, and impossible to ignore. At first, I tried to ignore it. I stayed with the group, watching Lucien examine the symbols on the ground. But the pull grew sharper, tugging me toward one of the broken archways on the right.

“Ivy,” Mara whispered, “stay close.”

“I just need a moment,” ...