Fluffy darted behind her hair, trembling slightly. "That crown just blinked! I swear on my fuzzy tail, that crown blinked!"
'No, Fluffy. It glowed.'
"Same difference when we're in a creepy whisper-cave with haunted art!"
But Evelisse was already stepping forward again, drawn like a thread being tugged.
The mural stopped glowing… but the *crown* on the pedestal beneath it didn't.
It hovered now—just a few feet away.
Real. Tangible.
Like it had peeled itself out of the wall and manifested into reality.
A stone crown, simple yet majestic, adorned with seven faintly glowing points—just like the mural. Each one pulsed in time with her heartbeat.
Evelisse's throat dried.
"What is this place?" she whispered.
"I'd guess prophetic dungeon chamber, tier-three artifact containment zone," Fluffy mumbled. "Maybe tier-four if it sings again."
The crown spun gently mid-air.
