Baldwin followed her line of sight and smiled. "That? Just decoration. Everyone's looked at it already. It doesn't move, doesn't react, and there's no spiritual fluctuation."
Reesa nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we checked those grooves too. They're carved with patterns, nothing more."
Yet Zora didn't move away.
Her eyes remained fixed on the grooves, as if the world around her had faded into the background.
Those patterns…
A faint ripple stirred in her thoughts.
She had seen them before.
Not carved in stone like this, but somewhere else. Somewhere recent.
Her fingers unconsciously traced the air, following the curves of the engravings.
Where was it?
Her mind raced, images flashing one after another. The illusion. The stone chamber. The black iron box. The crystal-clear sword…
Suddenly, her pupils tightened.
In that instant, clarity struck like lightning.
Zora straightened slightly, a quiet certainty settling in her eyes.
She had found it.
