The notification pulsed in Myles's vision the instant his fingers brushed the altar's surface.
He blinked in confusion, the glow lingering across his sight, then exhaled slowly to steady his thoughts.
Turning toward the group, he spoke evenly. "This altar… it's called the Soul Forge Altar."
"...Soul Forge Altar," George echoed under his breath.
His voice carried a faint tremor, and when Myles looked at him it made sense.
George possessed the Forgemind skill. No wonder he said that he had felt a strange resonance earlier.
Myles narrowed his eyes slightly. "George. Do you know anything about it? Or does it remind you of something? It could be another vision from somewhere else."
George shook his head at once. "Not yet. Nothing clear."
"Then try it," Myles instructed. "Step forward and touch it. Let's see what happens."
George didn't hesitate. He strode toward the altar, lifted his hand, and pressed his palm against the cold surface.
