The sound came first a low, grinding rumble like a world being turned on its side. Beneath Thalen's boots, the stone trembled. Not the tremor of an earthquake or some distant collapse. This sound had rhythm. A pulse. It was breathing.
The heart of the mountain had awakened.
Torchlight flickered against jagged black walls as dust filtered down from the crevices above. Thalen stood at the center of the sanctum, where the three paths of the Fusion Trial had converged. Behind him, Fenric leaned heavily against his spear, his chest heaving from the trial's last test. Lyssa crouched beside a cracked pillar, her blade sheathed, eyes narrowed at the sculpture before them.
It had once been a statue no, a monument. A giant carved figure of an armored warrior kneeling, arms outstretched as if offering something unseen to the mountain itself. Cracks webbed across the figure's face and chest. With each heartbeat, they deepened.
Lyssa took a step back. "It's waking up."
