(Lyra's POV)
The darkness of my room felt oppressive, pressing in on me from all sides. Sleep eluded me, my mind racing with thoughts of Robert's protection during our mission and the overheard conversation between Malcolm and his advisor. As I tossed and turned, I felt that familiar energy stirring within me, begging to be released.
Frustrated, I sat up, focusing on the strange power that seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. I closed my eyes, reaching out with my senses in a way I couldn't quite explain. To my surprise, I felt my awareness expand, stretching beyond the confines of my room and into the rest of the stronghold.
Whispers and fragments of thoughts brushed against my consciousness, growing clearer as I concentrated. Suddenly, I heard Malcolm's voice as clearly as if he were standing right next to me.
