Adam and Remedy stopped before a towering door carved from dark, seamless stone, its surface pulsing faintly like a living thing. Even without touching it, Adam felt the pressure leaking through, heavy and suffocating that it pressed against his chest. Yet Remedy didn't rush forward. She stood still, calm, as if there was no immediate danger here.
That alone told Adam everything he needed to know.
They weren't at risk of being trapped anymore. Not here. Not at this point.
He exhaled quietly, eyes narrowing as he studied the door again, then shifted his gaze to Remedy's back. "What's in there?" he asked, voice low but steady, already bracing himself for something complicated.
Remedy didn't hesitate. "A memory."
Adam's eyes sharpened instantly at that. His posture stiffened, the tension returning as quickly as it had faded. "A memory?" he repeated, slower this time. "So we're going back to the soul flame?"
