Blood ,Fire and Frost
Selene woke before the pain arrived.
That was how she knew it was not hers.
The chamber was dark, lit only by the slow, breathing glow of the Axis beneath the stone floor. The light rose and fell like a tide, painting the vaulted ceiling in muted gold. Selene lay still, palm flat against the cool surface beside her, listening to the silence between pulses.
Something was wrong.
Not a rupture. Not an attack. Nothing so crude.
This was resonance.
She sat up slowly, breath measured, letting her awareness stretch outward. The Axis responded at once, not flaring, not surging, but tightening, as if a string had been drawn too far and was now vibrating on its own.
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