The air in the chamber was still, heavy with an eerie quiet that pressed against the group like an invisible weight. The faint glow of the crystals illuminated the space, their soft hum echoing faintly off the smooth walls.
Mia leaned against the wall, her breathing shallow as the whispers in her mind subsided into an uneasy silence. She had barely spoken since they entered the chamber, her eyes distant as though she were staring through the very fabric of the room.
"We need to move," Ruby said sharply, breaking the silence. Her hand hovered near the hilt of her blade. "This place isn't safe. Whatever those symbols were back there, they weren't a good sign."
Finn let out a nervous laugh, though it carried no humor. "When is anything a good sign these days?"
Zoe turned to Mia, her voice gentler than usual. "Mia, can you sense anything? Anything that tells us if we're heading into a trap?"
