The chamber door creaked open, revealing a room bathed in a soft, mystical glow. Unlike the cold, harsh stone of the palace, this room felt warm, as if it had been waiting for someone waiting for me.
Carvings of dragons, wolves, and ancient symbols lined the walls, pulsing faintly with an otherworldly light. A strange calmness settled over me, as though my mother's spirit was still here, watching.
Ronan stepped beside me, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "This place… it's old magic," he whispered, awe clear in his voice.
I took a hesitant step forward, my fingers brushing over the intricate carvings. "My mother used to tell me stories about chambers like these," I murmured. "Places hidden from the eyes of the empire, where ancient knowledge was kept safe."
Ronan watched me, his brows furrowed. "Do you think this is connected to her?"
