Marked From Birth
The air in the basement of Kharos didn't just feel hot; it felt heavy, as if the oxygen had been replaced by molten lead. The Solar Heart—a massive, pulsating crystal of pure celestial energy—was no longer glowing with its usual steady, golden radiance. Instead, it was fractured, its core invaded by the oily, violet veins of the Sleeper’s Fire.
Every pulse of the Heart sent a shockwave through the stone floor, a rhythmic thrum that Audrey felt in her very teeth.