**Lyra's POV**

The silence of the Sanctum was not an absence of sound, but a presence. It was the deep, resonant quiet of a library that had held its breath for a thousand years, waiting for a reader. The air hummed with a low, thrumming energy that vibrated in my teeth, a constant reminder of the immense power sleeping in the stone around us.

Kenny slept peacefully in a make shift crib carved from a recess in the cavern wall, the ancient runes around him glowing with a soft, protective ...