The shard in Soren's chest pulled like a hook buried deep in flesh.
"Stop," he called out, his voice sounding strange even to his own ears. "There's something about this place."
The knights halted their horses, exchanging glances that spoke volumes without words. Veyr turned in his saddle, fixing Soren with a calculating stare.
"Something?" he prompted, his tone neutral but his eyes sharp.
Soren struggled to articulate what he felt. The shard against his skin had grown hot, its pulse quickening like a second heartbeat. "The shrine. It's... important."
Ser Dallen scoffed, but Veyr raised a hand, silencing him before he could speak. With a fluid motion, the young lord dismounted, his boots landing softly on the overgrown path.
"Investigate," he commanded the knights. "Thoroughly."
