Wesleynard stared at the illuminated stone before him, unable to believe what he was seeing. He reached out tentatively, placing his hand against the warm surface. It pulsed with an energy, unlike anything he had ever felt before. "Wesleynard...." He jolted back, his hand flying off the stone as if it had been burned. A voice echoed in his head, hauntingly familiar. It was Ana.
"Ana?" He whispered, his heart pounding in his chest. "Are you alright?" No response came, but he could feel her presence. "Ana, where are you? Can you hear me?" Wesleynard asked, his voice cracking with worry.
There was no answer, but the stone continued to glow brighter, casting long shadows around the room. Suddenly, it started to tremble, shaking violently as if it were about to burst apart.
