Lira carefully closed the book and placed it back on the pedestal. She took a deep breath, letting the hum of the Spirit shard settle in her palm, then turned toward the chamber exit. The faint glow of the shard illuminated the passage ahead, but her attention was fully on the journey she had just completed.
As she stepped through the doorway, a subtle vibration ran through her hands. The shards she had carried—the fragments of Fire, Water, Earth, Air, and Spirit—shifted slightly against her palm. At first, it was barely perceptible, a gentle tug, as if urging her to pay attention. Then, with a soft click, the shards lifted slightly, rotating and sliding together.
