Naeria led the way through a final winding passage, her fingers tracing symbols on the wall that made the stone glow briefly before fading back to darkness.
The blue-green light from Sylas's blade cast eerie shadows that danced across ancient carvings as they descended deeper into the labyrinth.
"Almost there," she murmured, her voice echoing slightly in the confined space. "The Cathedral's reach ends where the old stones begin."
Soren stumbled, his legs still weak from days of captivity and the Flame's embrace. The shard against his chest pulsed with cold certainty, Valenna's presence a steady comfort after the muting effect of the scripture-chains.
'She leads us deeper than most living souls have ventured,' Valenna whispered. 'Watch her carefully. Knowledge-seekers are rarely satisfied with what they find.'
