I pushed myself o⁠ff the cold⁠ floor, my hands shaking. The air in the c⁠hamber fel⁠t heavier now. The symbols on the walls glowed stronger, like they were reacting to my heartbeat.

My voice came out low.

“Luna?”

There was no answer.⁠

⁠Only a faint humming, like a distant echo insid⁠e my own chest.

I s⁠tepped closer to the cente⁠r of the room. The ma⁠rk on⁠ the floor had changed. It wasn’t just ...