Hearing what Lilian said, Albedo stepped closer to the pedestal, eyes locked on the swirling interior of the black sphere.
It was unlike anything he had ever seen, none of the Abyss's crawling corruption, none of the ancient mana patterns he recognized, not even echoes of forgotten gods. This was something else.
Something self-contained and waiting for the right person.
The pedestal pulsed once and a ripple passed through the ground beneath their feet, soft but unmistakable. Almost like the cavern had just sighed that they weren't touching the Voidstone already.
Lilian leaned in, voice hushed but trembling with reverence, "It's calling to us."
"Or warning us," Albedo countered.
"Or testing us," Elara added, stepping around to get a better view. Her brows furrowed as she traced the carved patterns with her gaze. "These runes… they're harmonic, not elemental. They're resonating with the Voidstone. It's like the entire chamber is… alive."
